One of my fondest memories of my brother was when he took a Greyhound bus from Fort McMurray to Edmonton.
Anyone who knew Michael knows he could sleep anywhere and anytime. So as he would he fell asleep while the bus was driving.
If you knew him you’d also know that he is incredibly bad at waking up. Like I’m talking he will swing at you. Which increases my awe of the stranger who became a good Samaritan in this short story.
Him and another passenger were the last people on the bus. As he came out from the bus I could see him wave goodbye to an older Asian lady. I thought maybe he knew her.
Once he was in my car and we are on our way he kind of chuckled out of nowhere and I asked him what was so funny. He told me that he had fallen asleep on the bus right at the first hour of the five hour drive. And that lady had tried to wake him up once once bus stopped.
He said that the lady didn’t have very strong English skills but he kept hearing her say over and over “way up!”
Wayyyyy uppp and good morning!
I miss you so much Michael, we all do.