My heart deeply ached as I read your note, Mike. Having an amazing father is one of the biggest blessings in this life. You are a blessed one. I am grateful to be a blessed one also. Thanks to how my father inspired me very early on, my journey started in a small rural village in the Mediterranean and ended at MIT. I've become a fighter and entrepreneur who never gives up. He instilled that in me. Mike Sr. was such a kind MidWestern soul with deep and kind ambition! He was one of the people I've looked up to and listened whenever I could. You and the world are very lucky that we get to know him... Rest in Peace, Mike Sr. 🙏🙏🙏
I do not know what to say except my heart still aches. If I had just known he was sick before he was sick…just one last visit. Just to see that kindness with that great mind all in one person. My dad did the best he could….he returned firm WWII shell shocked (now called PTSD) and we did not understand why alcohol was his personal escape. I have known less than five men in my life that is have trusted with my all my soul. Your dad was one of them.
Love you Mike Jr. And loved Mike Sr. too🙏
Having a great father is the biggest blessing, we are very lucky 🕊️RIP
Thank you for sharing this, looking forward to listening to it. Sending good thoughts your way Mike.
My condolences to you.
Thank you so much for sharing! Such rich insight and takeaways.
My heart deeply ached as I read your note, Mike. Having an amazing father is one of the biggest blessings in this life. You are a blessed one. I am grateful to be a blessed one also. Thanks to how my father inspired me very early on, my journey started in a small rural village in the Mediterranean and ended at MIT. I've become a fighter and entrepreneur who never gives up. He instilled that in me. Mike Sr. was such a kind MidWestern soul with deep and kind ambition! He was one of the people I've looked up to and listened whenever I could. You and the world are very lucky that we get to know him... Rest in Peace, Mike Sr. 🙏🙏🙏
I do not know what to say except my heart still aches. If I had just known he was sick before he was sick…just one last visit. Just to see that kindness with that great mind all in one person. My dad did the best he could….he returned firm WWII shell shocked (now called PTSD) and we did not understand why alcohol was his personal escape. I have known less than five men in my life that is have trusted with my all my soul. Your dad was one of them.