Mikey's sisters Michailey and Emme came to visit a couple days after he was born. I realized that even in the midst of a horrible, horrible situation, having to tell my girls that Mikey and Mommy were sick, I still just plain love being their father. I hid tears behind my eyes all afternoon that day as they met Mikey and then went and saw Mommy. They accepted and loved them both, just like I knew they would. The hugs and love they showed me that day would prove able to get me through that nights disasters of a grand mal siezure and heart attack for Mommy.This is three living generations of the first son of the first son of the first son of a man named Joseph Stephen, my grandfather and Mikey's great-grandfather. He was one of the greatest guys I ever knew and is one of my inspirations in life. I can only hope I've passed on some of his wisdom, strength and love. My father Robert Michael is the man that raised me to know how to love a son, how to care deeply for a wife and love his family, through anything that happens along the way.
