Michael Anthony Hall Jr. better known as Anthony born in Cleveland, Ohio on June 29, 1967 to Joyce D Boyd and Michael Hall Sr. (Deceased). Anthony was the eldest of five, the oldest son and
the man of the house. He had four siblings sister Marlo A. Flowers (husband Roland), brother Mario A. Hall (deceased), sister Mieshawn L. Singleton brother Miguel G. Boyd (wife Minette), one
son Michael Anthony Hall III, two grandsons Aamier Alexander Hall and Jovan Anthony Hall, Daughter in law Natea Howard, nieces Maraio A. Hall, Kaila & Kamaree Walker, Cheyenne,
Gabrielle and Skylar Flowers, Paris, Amari and Megan Boyd. Nephews Roland Flowers III, Damario Rall, Freedom Walker, Terry and Miguel Boyd Jr and Brandon Warren and a host of
Aunts, uncles and cousins that loved him dearly.

Anthony attended Twinsburg High school and for the next 30 years he was a serial entrepreneur. To know him was to love him! He had the most loving and creative spirit, he knew exactly how to
turn a frown upside down, to fix your wig and then turn your house into a home with a cooked meal, literally! Anthony was a trusted advisor and mentor to many, he had a heart of gold but the
fire of God as well. He was honest and transparent a best friend to many. You could call him a popular loner. One of Anthony’s many passions was good food and good company. His mission
was to lead you to Jesus Christ and love you all the way through whatever you were going through, he had you. A huge fan of children, he was happiest when surrounded by his family and
numerous cherished close friends.

I wanted to make a short list of his many talents, if I miss something please add it. Anthony could draw, color and yes he was a heck of a lover and brother.. An awesome artist, world traveler, chef
and the food was good. He could make furniture from scratch, paint, carpentry, windows, doors and floors. He could raise children, raise your hand if you are one of them?!? Did he do your hair
too? Repair your sink? Fix your car? Sit down next to you and tell you who YOU are? Did he bring you groceries when no one knew you were hungry or just buy you a corn beef from the corner.
Either way it’s hard to say good bye. I’m gonna miss you. Until we meet again, our hearts hurt with sadness and secret tears still flow, what it meant to lose you no one will ever know.
Rest up Michael Anthony Hall