In loving memory of

Michael Patrick Murphy
September 17, 1983 - February 8, 2017

Michael Patrick Murphy, 33, of Southwest Ranches, Florida passed away February 8, 2017. He was born September 17, 1983, in Hollywood, Florida, the son of William H. and Denise (Milu) Murphy, Jr. Michael has been a life-time Broward County resident, graduating from Western High School. He went on to Florida State University and received degrees in Finance and in Real Estate.

Michael is survived by his parents, Bill and Denise; brother, Kevin; grandmother, Marge Milu; aunt, Pam Gangloff; uncles, Gregg Milu (Ginny) and Jon Milu (Kristin); cousins, extended family and a host of friends. He was preceded in death by his grandparents, William and Anne Murphy and Charles Milu; and aunt, Debbie.

The family will receive friends from 1:30 - 3:00 p.m., followed by the Memorial Service at 3:00 p.m. Sunday, February 12, 2017, at Fred Hunter's University Drive Home; 2401 S. University Drive; Davie, FL 33324.

Tributes

Edgar Diaz wrote on May 14, 2018:

"Mike, having moved away from the Weston area years ago and not keeping contact with anybody I am just now finding out about your tragic passing. It truly breaks my heart that an individual whom I shared certain things with is no longer with us. While we had our ups and downs, scuffles, etc - we were children and that doesn't take away from your being a caring individual. My thoughts and prayers are with both you and your family and I hope you hear me saying a prayer in your name. I see in other posts that you may have passed due to losing a battle that I to have fought, and that breaks my heart even more. You were a good friend to those you considered your friends and were a respected individual. While one can say we grew up on different sides of the fence, I send you and the family nothing but positive vibes and prayers. -Edgar"

Kristin Milu wrote on Feb 14, 2017:

"Michael, your smile, your laugh, your love for fishing and the outdoors will be deeply missed by everyone. You were a loving son, a caring brother, an Uncle, a nephew, a grandson, a cousin, a friend, a sensitive human being and an addict. To the people who don't understand addiction, you maybe just another statistic. But for those who loved you were were so much more. You were funny, kind,caring and someone who sadly fell victim to the heroin epidemic. An epidemic that has been spreading across the United States, an epidemic taking close to 10,000 people a year to heroin overdoses. Michael, we are so sad we lost you so young. And we are also mad, mad that this epidemic is taking our loved ones. May we all continue to fight against this Public Health crisis. "

Tim Robitaille wrote on Feb 11, 2017:

"I can't believe it's real. That there is no longer a chance for me to be there for you. I have beautiful images of our childhood that I replay in my mind. I will never forget how much fun it was growing up with you. I hope that you are at peace and feel only the love and goodness of God."

Karissa Jones wrote on Feb 11, 2017:

"Michael, It seems like just yesterday when you and the older cousins were gathered around me jokingly asking if I still thought boys had cooties. But last time I saw you I was introducing you to my husband and son for the first time. Too much time always passed between our visits, but you were family and I loved you. I'm so glad that you got to grow up surrounded by two loving parents and a big family that just loves and loves. I'm so happy that you loved life and enjoyed it. I'm so happy that you got to spend so much of your life fishing and playing paintball and doing all the things you loved with people who loved you. And I'm also so sorry that you had to struggle. I'm so sorry that your journey came to an end far too soon. I pray that you are at peace now in the presence of our Heavenly Father. I pray that you are laughing and loving with Pops and watching over the rest of us. I pray that all those who are missing you every second of every day may be filled with the strength of the Lord and overjoyed by his gift of eternal life. Michael, you will be missed immensely. "

Nikki DeNobrega wrote on Feb 11, 2017:

"Michael, where do I begin!! I miss you cousin and it shouldn't be this way at all!! We have so many great childhood memories from Boston vacations with nana & papa, playing by the creek at Aunt Dot's house, House in the Keys, half pipe in the backyard of I believe Ty and Timmy's house, Christmas at Nana & Papa's.. the list can go on and on.. I wish we had adult memories and wish we never grew apart.. I know you are free from any pain and suffering and heart broken when I found out.. I thought this was all a nightmare and I would wake up from it.. I wish we had more time together and I will not let any more time pass by with out being close with my family. I love you Michael this isn't goodbye more like see you later. ?? your cousin Nikki "

Sumer Martinez wrote on Feb 11, 2017:

"Gone to soon.. A shooting star, fading across the moon-lit sky; it was gone too soon. Skipping stones, sinking in the blink of an eye; they were gone too soon. A sandcastle, washed away by the waves; it was gone too soon. Only this time, it was you that was the castle it was you that was the stones it was you that was the shooting star being washed away by waves (of tears) sinking in the blink of an eye fading across the moon-lit sky Only this time, you were the one that was gone too soon, and I didn't get to say "goodbye" Michael, I will never forget every Christmas eve how excited I was to be able to get to see you and Kevin at Nana and Papa's house. The times we went to Big Pine Key as kids and how much fun we had. We grew up and moved on with our adult lives but you were always on my mind and in my heart. I was very proud to hear all you accomplished in your young life and so sad to hear the struggles you dealt with in the past few years. My heart is broken cousin and you will be dearly missed. I pray that God gives your dad, mom, brother, and family the strength to overcome this difficult time and that you are at peace. Love you always, Sumer Murphy "

Valerie Perez-Poveda wrote on Feb 11, 2017:

"So strange. No more chances. No more next time. No more miracles. No more hope. No more what ifs... yet I can't stop wondering what if... What if we had been closer? What if we had invited you over sometimes? What if we had called you more? What if we had seen your Facebook posts and given you a thumbs up? What if I had texted you just the other day to tell you I was thinking about you when I saw the Jack Skellington slippers you gave me for no reason at all - except that you were thinking about me... What if we could have done something that would have made a difference? But we are all addicted. We are all so busy trying to cope with life. Some obsess on politics, meditate, over eat, drink, do crossfit, take selfies, try to save the world one rescue dog at a time, or write, as I write this to you. Some people turn to darker escapes. I don't know why humans find life so difficult, even when we appear to have everything. But you weren't alone. You weren't so different. I look at dogs every day with almost envy, as they seem to have it all figured out. Being present, being happy, moving on, loving life, and loving us comes so easy to them. We know the last few years you were trying at all of these things. You were really trying. But maybe if you had just a little more support, maybe if you felt like just a few more people cared more... maybe I wouldn't be writing this. You made bad choices. Your choices hurt people. More than you will ever know. But underneath it all, you had a kind heart. Throughout your best and worst years, you showed us nothing but love and respect. We know you wanted more. We know you wanted to change and for things to be different. But for some reason you were lost. You couldn't find your way. Maybe we could have given you a hand to hold instead of that... But now we can only pray that you have finally found the peace you could never seem to find here and that your tragedy might save someone else. RIP sweet cousin. You were loved. You are missed."

Mom wrote on Feb 10, 2017:

"Michael you were my first born. I loved you from the moment I knew you were growing inside me. That love grew every day; I mean every day and will not stop not even when the time comes for me to come to you. You were a beautiful and wonderful son. You were the best grandson a person could ask for Grammy loved you so much just the way you were. You were so a happy child with so many accomplishments. You usually excelled at everything you did baseball, hockey, paintball, & school. Even the short time you played the keyboard at only 5 years old, you were good. Your most proudest was graduating from FSU with 2 degrees. You worked very hard to reach that goal. Your father and I have always been proud of you and our love never wavered. You knew that no matter what your ever said or did could never change the love and pride we held in our hearts for you. I am so sorry the last several years of your life were such a struggle. You struggled so hard lately. You tried your hardest to overcame the demons that took over your life. I am so sorry I was not able to help you get rid of them. Life was so simple and easy for you as a child and so hard and complicated and such a struggle later in life. All you really wanted was a normal life with a wife and family of your own. A good career to provide for your family. Obstacle just kept getting in the way. Michael I tied to help, I really tried. I am sorry I failed you. I pray that you can watch over me and give me the strength to keep going without you. The only way I will be able to move forward is to believe that you are finally at peace and that God took you because you deserved to finally be happy..You?re with God and with Pop and Aunt Debbie and Nana and Papa. I LOVED YOU SO MUCH. MY HEART IS BROKEN."

Ginny Milu wrote on Feb 10, 2017:

"Michael, we miss you. Family, friends, fishing and sports were very important to you. You loved well and were loved. We will do our best to take care of mom, pop and Kevin for you. Love, Aunt Ginny & Uncle Gregg "

Cara Finn wrote on Feb 10, 2017:

""Life is too short" that age old saying that no one really thinks about until life slaps you in the face. You are born into a family and everyone in that family becomes your "home". They are your safe place, they are the people that make you smile, make you cry, make you angry, and make you who you are. Life progresses and you grow up, too fast most will argue, and your family goes on different paths. You all go to different colleges, get married, get different jobs, and just keep chugging at life. Your family is always there, with you, in your heart and in your mind. And because of that, sometimes you forget, "when did I call him last?" "When did I see him last?" And then something else in life happens and more time passes. Growing up it was the eight of us strong! Ty, Tim, Cara, Michael, Kevin, Shane, Gregory, and Karissa. We were all different but part of one strong Milu tribe! And now one of us is gone. We may have all taken different life paths and made different life choices, but the core of us are all the same! One strong Milu tribe! I love you all to the bottom of my heart! Michael Murphy you and I were attached at the hip from the moment you were born! I am sorry life was so hard for you! I am sorry I was not there for you more! I am sorry you felt so lost! My only hope is that you have found yourself now and you now look down on us and know how loved you were and how much we will miss your loving smile! You will forever be attached to my hip!"

Katy wrote on Feb 10, 2017:

"Rest in Peace Mike. You were one of the kindest guys I have ever known. Now you're free from the chains of this life. See you on the other side friend. "