I bet you were called by your full name a lot growing up. You were sooooo mischievous, but you were as cute as a button, so you got away with lots of stuff, and then you would laugh, because you knew that you got into trouble all by yourself without anybody elses help.

You always spelled my name Micheal, even though you knew it was spelled Michael, and I understood that it was the way that you chose to make me feel special. Thanks for that. I wonder how many others had that kind of relationship with you...probably practically everyone you met. I wonder if God is allowing you to read these messages. I think the answer to that is yes.

We never met in person, but we did talk on the telephone several times. I liked you . I did not understand you half the time, but I liked y ou . This photo that I took in my front yard reminds me of you...a dainty warrior. We will miss you. Micheal