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Terminal cancer, and still - she smiled.
In her wedding dress. I never got to see her in it. I found this picture on her phone a week after she passed away. I know when it’s my time, she’ll be waiting for me. Her in that dress, and Etta - singing that song.
With her uncle Marky and aunt Mary. They say you marry a man like your dad, I never had the pleasure of meeting her father as he passed away when she was 9. But – she definitely married a man like her uncle!
Michelle is on the right, with her cousin Kristin. When you are that good looking there are no words. I know guys, I know. #too #fine
The day after her first round of chemo.
I love this woman. Still, and always.
Michelle is third from the left. This might look like it was a part of the 1980’s party, but it isn’t. This is just their normal attire.
The woman on the right, that’s Michelle’s aunt Jane. She took her in. Not once, but twice.
Pre-cancer. Take me back.
She was way too good looking for me. That little yellow dress. Oh, that little yellow dress!
Us, with my cousin Felicia.
In High School. How could I not fall madly in love with her?
Michelle (on the left) with her cousin’s Erin and Caitlin.
Dinner at a fancy restaurant for what would be her last birthday with us.
Michelle (on the right) with her cousin Meaghan.
She always wanted a 1980's birthday party. And she got one!
Stunning. I know.
Us at a wedding. This is the night that her aunt threw a cheeseburger at me from all the way across the room. It hit me. Right in the head.
About to get our taco on. I remember this day because it was the last fun day we had before she got diagnosed. Also, I remember it because she had on her black jeggings. She was so damn good looking.