Happy Birthday, Michael
Today is another one of those bitter-sweet days in life. Our beloved Michael should be celebrating his 20th birthday. He should be doing all the fun things kids that age do. He should be in his second year of college or married with a baby or two, but we can't watch him blow out the candles on his cake, all we can do is go visit his grave.
Michael was killed two and a half years ago in a car accident on his way to school. In one short moment, all the promise of a wonderful life was gone. He was a musician and could play the guitar like a star at only 17. Michael was my cousin, my godson, my son's hero and best friend. I still have a hard time accepting he's gone. I know in my head he is, but in my heart, I can't believe it's true. I still can hear the screams when we were told what happened that horrific day in March. It couldn't be true, but it was. I close my eyes and I can see the day in crystal clear detail. I wish I could wipe it from my mind, but it just won't go away.
Until we meet again, Michael, I'll love you forever and a day.