Michael, your birthday was this week and I wish I had a better picture of you. I'm sure you have changed physically since this picture was taken but I remember when you were born. You were so sick and your grandfather, Chuck sat for hours holding you and lovingly nursed you to health. You were so sensitive, quiet, and gentle and loved to just sit quietly and let your grandfather read to you or just snuggle with him. Your grandmother, Mary Ann loved to have you and your brother, Andrew ride your bikes over to visit her after school. I'm sure you still have that beautiful red hair and wonderful disposition.
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