Today

I woke up this morning with you on my mind.

54 years ago you took your first breath and you started to live and thrive your way.

15 days ago, I saw you in the ER with a tube down your throat, blood all over on the blanket you were laying in, asking the nurse questions that she really couldn’t answer. I saw your body twitch, and had hope you were hearing me and acknowledging what I was saying to you.

I visited you ever day I could, spoke to you verbally and Heart to Heart, while holding your hand, rubbing your arm, touching your hair, your face, forehead, and was just amazed at how you looked more like Dad than I realized.

5 days ago, after your Heroes Walk, you took your last breath. I saw you that day, briefly. I wished you a happy birthday from me and my family as well as from our sister, Chelle. I kissed your hand, and walked out of your room, for the last time. On your birthday, you took your last breath.

I still can’t believe you’re gone, but you aren’t really. While I won’t see you physically anymore, or hear your voice except in my heart and memories, you DO live on in others, through your organ and tissue donations. The ULTIMATE, and most unselfish gift someone can give another.

Your soul is soaring, whole and pain free. Your spirit lives within those that were the recipients of the gift you blessed them with.

May you always know how much you were loved here on earth, and now you’re up in the Heavens being welcomed with love and open arms by those that arrived before you. Give a big hug and Hello from me and us down here to our family and friends you see.

You are missed, Mikey, so much. While we didn’t talk every day, I will cherish each and every memory and conversation we had.

Fly with the Angels, Brother. Thank you for being you.

I love you. 💔🙏🏼💚❤️