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Michael G. MICHAEL G. MONTOYA December 30, 1966 - August 30, 2001 I can't believe it has been three years; I never thought I could take one breath without you, and it is with much amazement that I sit here today, able to actually breathe. Life seems to have passed me by, and I go through the motions but nothing is the same since you left me. My life is so different and changing more and more daily. I look at our beautiful sons, and I know you would be so proud of the young men that they are --everything we talked about and dreamed about. I see you in them. Andres looks so much like you, so handsome and beautiful. Mikey acts like you, so full of life and charismatic. I feel you in my soul and love you more and more as time passes. There was no way to know it would be the last time I would hold your hand, the last time we would walk amongst the trees and walk under the blue sky together. I had no way of knowing the last time I kissed your sweet tender lips that it would be the last. So I let the moment go, and now I am left with an emptiness, trying to remember the scent of the air, the sound beneath our feet, the sun above our heads, our heartbeats, and most of all your smile, your laugh, your eyes, and I miss you even more. I go on because you were the strongest man I know; you gave me strength and courage to face the days ahead. You loved me enough to last me a lifetime. We love and miss you so very much. Leanne, Andres, and Mikey
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