I am so sorry, Marty.
I think of you and of Michael, often.
Just the other day I saw a photo that I took the day that I heard the news about Michael. My family and I were over in Central Oregon and I took a photo from behind a bunch of flowers growing on top of a cinder cone.
Seeing that photo made me remember how close to home your loss hit me, with a boy very close to the same age, same interests as Michael (Kenny). I read him the riot act about riding his quad on the road, all that Summer. I think he understands me, but I don't think he can truly understand until he is a parent...and even then...I hope I never fully understand what you are going through.
I know you know what I mean. You have suffered the worst loss I can imagine.
When Kim told me (Crabby Chicken) on the phone, I laid down and cried and my Dad and Stepmom didn't know what happened, but I do remember that pain like it was today.
I wish there were any way Michael could be with you...
Life is so unfair.
Liz