When he came to the end of his journey, traveled his last weary mile.

I submit sometimes he frowned, but only remember his smile.

As I work on this list trying hard to resist, all that made me sad.

I remember the good he has done all the fum we had.

You see his love is never ending and to this I can attest.

And come in the shade of evening when the sun paints the sky in the west, He stands for a few moments besides me and I remember only his best.

A soul mate is a rare find when you do you will never again, associate love in terms of time. Love you Mitch.