Life is but a breath

Micah's funeral was this past Friday. It was a very memorable service at the Rosecrans Cemetary in San DIego, CA. The car ride to the funeral was the hardest because inside I knew that nothing could make me feel better-- he is gone and he would not be at his own funeral. Something inside wants there to be one more time to see him and hug him, but there are only the memories. I love this picture of him, but I despise it also because the foreign landscape in this picture is where my friend, Micah, had his life taken from him. Its funny how you miss someone when they are gone for good. I haven't seen him for two years and right now, now that he is gone, I miss him.


He always had a thumbs up!