Michael Everett Surles

If I had known, I would have done for you what you did for me. Always in my heart forever MES. Love always, your ski.

I think of you daily. You're in my prayers daily. I'll never stop missing you daily. 16 years ago this Friday, you were born to eternal life. You took a part of me with you on that day. Forever in my heart, all my love, Mom

Michael, Tomorrow will be 15 years already when you left us. It doesn't seem possible. The call in the middle of the night is still very fresh in my mind. You're in my thoughts daily. I pray for you morning and evening that you are in the arms of our heavenly Father. I love and miss you Michael. Forever in my heart.

I'm writing a few days early of your 14th anniversary. A day doesn't go by without thinking of you, whether I'm at home, in the car or at church. The other day I was listening to old tapes. One was of the Easter Mass Folk Group. You played trumpet that year. The tears wouldn't stop. What a talent for music you had, Michael. I love and miss you dearly. Mom

You were always on my mind. Love forever, ski.

It's now 13 years since you left us. Not I day goes by that I don't think of you. I'm so grateful for my memories of you. The other day I was reliving the time we were in Alpena and it snowed for days. The two of us went to the grocery store by sled. You were only 5 so it wasn't difficult to pull you. We got the giggles because I stopped several times
to get through the large snowbanks. Or when I sat on the floor with you putting together wooden puzzles and then I couldn't get...

Happy birthday in heaven, Michael. I felt your presence at Mass last night. They played, "Taste and See," a song played and sung at your funeral Mass. On the way home, I was listening to the college station. The "1812 Overture," was played. Brought back memories of your dad and I visiting you on the 4th at Fort Sheridan. What a wonderful concert. It made me feel so proud you were a part of such a talented group of young men and women. Patrick and family are in D.C. this weekend. ...

This Easter Sunday, April 4, twelve years ago, you were born to eternal life. There's not a day that passes I don't think of you. I miss you so much. Sometimes I still wait for your smiling face walk through the door. I often wonder what you would be doing with your life now. My heart holds so many wonderful memories of you. The time we trudged through the snow banks to get milk and bread from the grocery store. I remember you were on a sled and I was the one trudging. You giggled a...

Happy birthday in heaven, Michael. I'm sure you're rejoicing and celebrating with family and friends. Since last year, your godmother, Aunt and dad were also born to eternal life. There's not day that passes, when I don't think of you. I see your beautiful smile and hear your hearty laughter. I miss and love you beyond words. You're forever in my heart. Like they say, no one loves a child like their mother.