We called the old Mortuary man, over the phone, and asked if we could have Michael's body a few hours before the funeral, so we could dress him in the white outfit I had made for him in High School. He got so angry that he told me..."Come pick him up right NOW!". I was shocked. So, they gave him back to us after one night in the morgue.... and he was only in a thin white blanket in their fridge. I was thinking maybe Michael didn't like that so much. Anyway, we brought him home again to our Manti home, and got him all dressed and tenderly laid him in this beautiful box on the night before his funeral. Here are some pics of us praying over him, giving him his name and blessing, and saying our goodbyes before Tuesdays funeral in the morning.
You also see Michael's footprint in the plaster plate, below... for our keeping a remembrance of how his tiny foot print was so small and perfect.