I don’t know why I’m starting this, really. Just to mark it, I suppose. To know that people are remembering him.
His name was Mike. He was a wonderful husband and daddy and brother and son and friend and uncle. He loved our daughter more than anyone has ever loved anything. When he said something funny he had this way of looking at you with the biggest grin and waiting excitedly for you to laugh with him. He loved to take care of people, to be generous with his time and his money and his affections. He knew me inside out and I him. It was love at first sight and I will love him until I die.
I miss you, Momo. Always will.