Our Special Angels

Dominic Philip Michael Nov. 12,1983 - Sept. 29, 1984

Michael's life was traumatic from the day he was born until the day he died. He suffered, but he learned to smile; he was in pain, but he learned to play; he never spoke a word, but he could stare into the depths of your soul; he was confined to the hospital or his room most of his life, but he touched people all across the country; he was prayed for in Catholic Churches, Baptist Churches, Methodist Churches, Churches of God, and in  Jewish Synagogues, yet he was never inside a church; he was loved by everyone, but he was loved by God more. When Michael entered this world, he had almost no chance to survive. He was born three months early, weighed 2 ibs. 9 ozs., and was 14 1/2 inches long. He developed almost every major problem a "preemie" could get; lived in the hospital's intensive care unit for almost eight months; was not expected to live through his illness on three different occasions; was finally sent home to die as " there are miracles, but not in Michael's case"; and it wasn't until the medical profession accepted Michael's will to live, acknowledged him as a fighter, and said he can live as long as you or I, that Michael gave up his fight. We will never know why Mica gave up, but we know he did not go until he was ready. It was truly Michael's purpose to touch all of us, in different ways, in the short while he was here. We will never forget his huge luminous eyes, or his lopsided smile, or his excitment when the people he loved visited.