Everlasting Love

I didn't know how much 24 hours could change everything. This morning, my Godfather, Michael, passed away. He is one of my biggest supporters, like Libby, they attended all of the big events in my life together. The love they shared was contagious; you couldn't help but feel loved and cared for in their presence. They always reached out to me and stayed in touch no matter where I ended up. Whether I was in Wisconsin, Africa, South Carolina, Kuwait, or anywhere else, they made it a point to stay in touch. They made it a point to make sure I felt loved. Whenever I wandered back home, they were there, ready to hear of my travels, adventures, and future plans. I loved going to their beautiful home in Cottage Grove to sit down with them and just talk. Who knew, that even at a young age, you could be so entertained without a television?

I found out in January that Michael's health was declining, and at that time he was given 3-4 years to live. This was hard to hear, but I was thankful that I would be home for summer to spend time with him. Yesterday, I video chatted my mother to wish her a happy birthday. She told me they had some bad news about Michael. At that time, the diagnosis was that he would pass before I came home for summer. This was especially hard, knowing that the last time I saw him was the last time I would ever see him. Then late that same night, my parents went to the hospital and discovered that he would most likely not live for another week. I awoke in the morning, and he passed. It happened so quickly; my brain had no time to process everything. I still feel lost. I can't imagine coming home without spending time with Michael.

This past summer, I met up with him for lunch a couple of times, and enjoyed spending time with him. It was difficult, for both of us, since we hadn't spent time together since Libby's passing; however, it was needed in order to make reality of Libby's death. I remember being in the spare bedroom while Michael gifted me things of Libby's that she wanted me to have. We both could barely talk due to our grief. It was so difficult to see him like that, and I am finding comfort in knowing that he is no longer in pain, and he passed in peace.

I have been so incredibly blessed to have them as my Godparents. Michael was an amazing Godfather and person. He loved deeply and openly.  He never hesitated to express his feelings. He cared without effort. I am thankful to have so many wonderful memories with him and Libby. They brought so much joy to my life, and I know they brought joy to so many others.

I miss him, and I always will.

I will always feel his love, for his love is everlasting.

Rest in Peace, Michael. I love you.

 My Godfather Michael and I before I left for Kuwait for the first time.

 My beautiful Korf family

The tattoo I got last summer in remembrance of Libby (the tattoo is her handwriting), every time I see it I am reminded of her love, but I also cannot help but be reminded of Michael's love as well.

Much Love,

Leah