Corey Michael was our son, our brother, our nephew, our friend, our souls to the end. He lost his battle with addiction at age 24. He was a sweet and thoughtful champion of the cause. An artist, a musician, a writer, a poet, and a philosopher. He was an original, a maverick, sympathetic to your struggle, and lost his way at times. To lose this soul is tragic beyond belief, but we all know his heart and mind needed relief.