Born on the 2nd of August, in Boston, Mass he would grow up worshiping the Red Sox and kissing Tom Brady’s ass.
Mike is survived by a granddaughter, two brothers and an amazing son, so amazing in fact, he decided to only have one.
His granddaughter Marlee, was the light of his soul, an angel to his heaven, the ice cream in his bowl.
Wrapped around his finger she would live and play, spoiled by sugar and love was her grandfather’s way.
Preceded in death by his parents and brother, a few friends and teammates are now reunited with each other.
He fought the good fight but was no match for cancer, leaving us here with more questions than answers.
At the very least we lost a one of kind, “the best damn first baseman I’ve ever seen” and “a patriots fan I don’t mind.”
Here’s to Big Wood for everything he’s done, from the laughs to the memories we cherish these, one by one.
