I Do. I Still Do. I'll Always Doobie-Do.

Jan described Michael as a sweet and lovable child.  He never lost these attributes.  I loved him as a son – omit the in-law.

As you huddle around the torn silence, Each by this lonely deed exiled To a solitary confinement of soul, May some small glow from what has been lost Return like the kindness of candlelight. As your eyes strain to sift This sudden wall of dark And no one can say why In such a forsaken, …