Michael.
One of the ‘bad boys’ of our class of ’79.
Fun. Always with a grin on his face. Sweet. Respectful to ME. Was happy to see me every time I got to see him. And he hugged me every time I saw him. That meant the world to me.
I wished we lived closer.
He was my friend.
And I loved him.
RIP my dear friend.
I’ll miss you so.
