I’m Mike’s dad. Mike will always be my heart, my angel. I loved being his dad. I have lots of memories. One of my favorites was when he was about eight years-old, and he wanted to know why he wasn’t a “Jr.”. I explained that I was named after my dad so he would have been “the 3rd”, and that I really wasn’t that fond of the name and wanted him to have his own name. He didn’t care for the explanation and stayed on my case for a week.