As we left the hospital, Natalie and her sister Sonya hugged each other, missing little Mitch but glad to do something good in his memory.
The moment I stepped out of the hospital doors I remembered this very view 12 years ago when little Mitch was diagnosed at the age of 3. I was overwhelmed with tender thoughts and I did all that I could to hold back my tears.
This was the bench I sat on while I wept over tiny Mitchell's diagnosis that fateful summer day.
But my tears soon turned to smiles as I saw the good people in my life. Jonathan Gardner [left] made a significant life change because of Mitchell's life and death and he has become a dear friend and volunteer of Mitchell's Journey. Then there's Natalie, my sweet wife and best friend who has long served as my rock and compass. Then Luke Ray [right] who was deeply moved over the life of Mitch and has been a faithful friend and volunteer of Mitchell's Journey ever since his passing. Whenever I call to ask Luke for help, his attitude is "whatever you want help with, the answer is yes." The world needs more Jonathan's and Luke's.
Today was a good day. A day of service and love and a day of remembering. Thanks to your generous contributions, we were able to spread more love and kindness.