 Michael Aaron Roy, “Ho Co’ Kan I’Yaye” (Goes to the Center) “Batman” age 19, formerly of Flandreau, South Dakota journeyed to the Spirit World unexpectedly at his home in St. Augustine, Florida where he was attending Flagler College majoring in Business. He was born on January 27th, 1992 in Pipestone, Minnesota the son of Michael Patrick Roy and Merri Rederth. Michael graduated from Flandreau Public High School in 2010. While in high school, he lettered in academics. He was very artistic especially in sculpting and pencil drawings. Michael enjoyed his time in St. Augustine where he was an exceptional student and active in school activities. In his spare time, he wanted to learn to play the violin so he bought one and took lessons until his teacher said he thought he was a prodigy, and should take lessons from a real violin teacher. He took dancing classes and The Arthur Murray Dance Studio in St. Augustine, which he excelled at and appeared in several competitions and charity events. He also learned to surf while he was in Florida. Michael loved miniature golf, video games, reading, cooking and baking. He one day hoped to own his own restaurant.
Michael leaves behind his mother Merri Rederth (Zachariah Almond) of Flandreau; his father: Michael Roy of Flandreau; a brother: Zachariah; two sisters: Gabriell and Zea all of Flandreau; his grandmother: Sherilyn Rederth of Sioux Falls; grandfather: Harold “Buzz” Rederth of Flandreau; aunts & uncles: Michele RedEarth, Kim RedEarth (Art Schmidt, Kelly Ormseth, Laura Rederth all of Flandreau and Andrea Rederth of Sioux Falls, Jean Paul Roy Sr. and Miles Roy both of Flandreau; many cousins and his extended family in St. Augustine, The Arthur Murray Dance Team and his best friend Sean Bridges, Jr.
Preceded in death by his paternal great grandparents Jerry & Patricia Roy; and by his uncles: Josh and Ted Roy.
When I come to the end of the day
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul to be set free?
Miss me a little, but not to too long
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love we once shared-
Miss me, let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take
And each must go alone.
It’s all a part of the Maker’s plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in going good deeds –
Miss me, but let me go.
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