Life is short. You don’t choose your family. They are God’s gift to you, as you are to them. Other things may change us, but we start and end with the family.
Like many others, I was stunned and deeply saddened by this news. Well over 500 people waited in line at his viewing just to say one final farewell.
Mitch was a big personality in my hometown. He was a husband, father, brother, son, local business owner, coach, hunting partner, neighbor, and friend.
Although I am sad to see him go, I am thankful for the memories I will forever have of Mitch. ~ Seeing him dressed as a woman for losing a bet to our basketball team when we beat Conemaugh Township for the first time ~ The Terrible 5 ~ New Years Eves ~ Drawing our basketball play on his belly w/ a marker when he couldn’t get a dry erase board quick enough ~ My first job ~ Memorial & Labor Day picnics in the field ~ Playing banjo w/ his brothers ~ are just a few. There are to many to count in my almost 24 years of life which he was a part of almost on a daily basis, even after I moved far, far away from home.He was like a father to me & will always hold a special place in my heart. On sleepless road the sleepless go, may angels lead you in.