Obituary

Obituary

Michael Carl Pishnick passed away April 18, 2012, at Parkland Hospital. He was born on October 15, 1987, in Dallas, Texas, to parents Roxann and Michael Pishnick. He is survived by both parents, his grandmother Milrae Seaman, sisters Alicia Pishnick Fishman and Meagan Michelle Pishnick, and brothers-in-law Jeremy Fishman and Cameron Gates. Michael was raised in Plano, Texas, where he graduated from Plano Senior High School in the Class of 2006. Michael received his Associates Degree in Automotive Technology from Brookhaven College in 2008.

              Michael was a bright, vivacious young man who was loved by everyone he met. He had a deep love of cars, music and comedy. He was an All-American boy with a smile that could melt your heart and a giggle that could make you smile. Michael was a spiritual as well as religious person who was Baptized and Confirmed at St. Mark’s Catholic Church of Plano. At the time of his death, Michael Carl attended All Saints Catholic Church and was known to show up at Friday night Mass during Lent – even if it meant going straight from work in his mechanic’s uniform.

            Michael was a gifted mechanic and was known to create household items out of car parts. Two examples of this are a 120-pound rotating coat rack and a toilet paper storage unit. Michael worked as a mechanic at Sewell Cadillac and All Terrain Fabrication. He took great pride in his work; a car wasn’t driven out of the garage until it was perfect. The Pishnick’s assorted vehicles lasted years longer than they should have because of Mike.

            Michael played baseball and soccer in his early years, but found his true sports love in ice hockey.  A brilliant skater, Michael was a versatile defenseman who was known to score goals when the opportunity presented itself.

            Michael had an eclectic taste in music, from Beethoven to The Rolling Stones to Flogging Molly.  He played the piano for a few years and in middle school picked up the trombone. On some Saturday afternoons, Mike could be found practicing his trombone on the trampoline (or “tram-pop-oline” according to him) in the side yard of his house.

            Michael was wise beyond his years, a trait probably brought on by the fact that he had to grow up very fast when he was diagnosed with Type I Juvenile Diabetes on his 6^th birthday. But don’t be fooled. Mike didn’t let that hold him back from enjoying life and enriching the lives of those around him. He had a large circle of friends, and when he would meet a new friend, he either enlarged his circle or started a new one, so no one would be excluded. Mike accepted others no matter what they believed in, and was happy to talk about his religion and politics in a diplomatic way that only he could.

            Although he was an Old Soul, he was also mischievous and was as good at getting into trouble as getting out of it. He was the founding member of the “You, Sir Do Not Know How To Party” club, and was the Ultimate Decider on who was allowed to join. Michael was a guy’s guy who could just as easily pick up a bowling ball, pool cue, Ping-Pong ball, or dart and play as if he had been playing his entire life.

            Michael’s friends and family will remember him as a guy who lived in the moment, and was not afraid of death. He was sunshine on a cloudy day, and will be missed by everyone who knew him.