Michael was not yet officially part of my family...but he was family. I knew he was funny, compassionate, loving, and caring. He would have made a wonderful husband and anything else that was not to be. He had found his soulmate and she had found hers in him. I cried for him, I cried for her, I cried for what was never to be. The glimmer of hope is that love can be tangible, you can touch it, hold it, nurture it. Even though he is not here his love lives on. That is what is important now...that and the memories. R.I.P Officer Michael.
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