Michael

I lost him a week ago today. He was my first love. He was giving, caring, funny, smart, loving and hard working.

He showed me what love really was. Not the cheesy, romantic comedy type love- but honest love. Love that’s real and true. Love that stands through anger and remains steadfast even when you don’t get your way. I thought that if I could get a man half as good as Michael; I’d be the most blessed woman on earth.

You see, Michael is my father. He and my mother were married for 40 years. They didn’t have a lot of material things, but they had each other. And they had us.

I wanted to become wealthy so that I could reward my parents for all of their hard work and sacrifice. I wanted to spoil them. But now, he’s gone and all of our hearts are broken.

So, my new goal is to make sure that everyone knows his name. Michael Antonio. My first love.