Today would have been Mike's forty-fifth birthday.
I'm going to avoid the temptation to post a long birthday tribute to my brother because I don't know if I could keep it upbeat and happy like a birthday should be. It's been over ten months now since Mike died and I think this has been the hardest day for me yet. I woke up earlier than usual for a workday and spent a weepy half hour or so with Charlie in my lap looking through pictures of his daddy in happier times. After a few minutes, Toonces curled up on the floor beside us to see what all the boo-hooing was about. Rather than bring everybody down, I guess I'll just post some of those pics and leave it at that.
I sure do miss ya, Mikey.