Wednesday, May 18, 2022
Growing up we lived together, we fought, we laughed, we cried together. We shared our dreams and plans, and some secrets too. I remember nights when I would hear you and Paul coming into my room and whispering “Abby, you awake” well of course I was then. You would sit at the bottom of my bed and tell me about what you were up to before coming home, or you just wanted to talk before turning in. There are so many memories and I’m just touching on a few. Like how happy you were to be an Altar Boy (for a short time), when older how proud you were to be a Marine and older still a Fireman, but nothing compared to or made you happier than playing Santa at Christmas time. You loved seeing the children’s faces light up when Santa appeared.
Mike, you were always so proud of your Irish heritage so I will close with an Irish blessing.
May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sunshine warm upon your face.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.
Love Abby and Fred
