Sunday, September 18, 2011
I never had a Grandfather-- they had all passed before I was born. My Uncle Mike was my Godfather and to me, he was my Grandfather. He was there for me since the day I was born. I have so many wonderful memories of him from my childhood; every weekend and holiday. I loved listening to his stories and he always made me laugh. I laugh every time I think of when we went to Thunder Mountain in Canada, and were standing by the rocks by the water, and a huge wave came and soaked us. And you thought I threw a bucket of water on your head! I will think of you every time i watch Seinfeld, or an old movie, especially The Maltese Falcon. Just a few months ago you helped me through a tough time, and talked to me on the phone for hours while I cried, giving me the best advice ever. I can still hear your voice when I call, saying "How ya doin', kid?" I am so sorry that you are gone, and I will think of you every day. May angels guide you in, Uncle Mike. R.I.P I love and miss you. Love, your neice, Kara
