Hello friends, family, and world,

I got a call on Friday the 13th that I never thought would come — not in a million years. My niece called to let me know that Micheal; the first baby boy in our little family was being put on a ventilator to help him breathe. A short few hours later, after my sister made it to the hospital our Micheal was gone. He was 23.

This guy was my shadow as a child. He was goofy, my

concert buddy, and was never without a glaring side eye or a hair flip at any moment. He was the definition of fabulous and always spoke his mind. For his 21st birthday we got to go out and celebrate like any good Las Vegas kid, take in a night club experience and make a serious magic moment for our family and his friends.

like I said above, he was just 23 years old and working on finding and creating a stronger footing for his foundational years.

COVID took him quickly and arguably unfairly.

Our family grieves. My sister is heart broken. We’re all at a loss for words right now. Anything you’re able to contribute will help dramatically. We did not emotionally or financially conceive of this day.

Thank you

Sherry, Syrena, Dylan, Grandma Nancy, Uncle Kary, Gramma Sherry, and Papa Thuongs