May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015
God saw Michael was getting tired, and a cure was not to be. So he put his arms around him, and whispered "Come with me" With tearful eyes we watched him suffer. And saw him fade away, although we loved him dearly we couldn't make him stay. A golden heart stop beating. Hard working hands to rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, he only takes the best! We love and will miss you, until we meet again, Friend, love, father, grandfather, uncle and cousin. To many! Forever missed and loved, but never forgotten!