Michael was born on November 22nd. 1981. He was only a couple of pounds and so very cute. We put a hat on him and called him smurf. He was a lovely child growing up. Mike liked to fish from the time he was able to hold a fishing rod. He also loved music and could dance before he could walk. He was quite upset when he was almost a teenager that he didnt have many friends.The day of his funeral there were more people there at the church than I had ever seen at any funeral in my lifetime. He had made so many friends and left such a hole in all their hearts when he passed away. When he was very small he used to say he didnt want to grow up and get old. He never did get old. He will always be a young man to us, a handsome young man who loved to hug and kiss us all the time. If he met you on the street or in a store and no matter who was around he would give you a big hug.He was just full of love and loved his life. That was his motto. I Love My Life. Mike was a little uneasy about getting a drivers licence. Ironically he was walking home the night of his accident. He saved the life of a girl he was with and was hit by a pickup truck killing him instantly. The man who hit him was never charged. There is no justice in this life.Our hearts will never heal but we are just so fortunate to have had him in our lives for the 27 years he was here with us. We all love and miss him so much. God Bless Mike.