Nicolee Thompson (Mitch’s sister)
I don’t think one can truly put into words what a family member means to them. As I try to share with you memories of my brother, I promise to fail miserably with only using one page of words.
Mitch was equal to a ragging rock concert. I cannot remember a single day that his energy, voice, and enthusiasm were turned down. He lived his life on HIGH, he would try anything, talk to anyone, and simply lived with no fear. There was only one Mitch!
Growing up with Mitch there were the usual sister-brother fights, some playful, others not. But what stands out the most are the memories of Mitch in the last few years. He had grown and matured as I prayed he would and with the maturity came a protected heart for me, his big sister.
Mitch constantly wanted to take care of me with his generous heart. One of the last, BEST memories was of a Cubs game last May. A friend and I were flying into Chicago for the weekend and he bent over backwards to get bleacher Cubs tickets for us. I had no idea until after Mitch went home to be with the Lord, how hard it was for him to get those tickets. Without me saying a word, he just got it done and we experienced one of the most entertaining nights together watching the Cubbies take home a 2-1 victory! I believe that night the entire rest of our seating section also enjoyed themselves, thanks to Super Fan Mitch!
It’s ironic that this memory sticks out in my mind, because the last time I spoke to my brother was a few days before his rafting trip and the reason he called: He forgot to call me the night before from another Cubs game! He told me about another great game and I told him to be careful and have fun as he prepared for his trip.
With Mitch around no one ever felt uncomfortable or as they didn’t fit in, he took care of that immediately and sought out those that no one else would. He would do something stupid or funny or both, and the outcome was always the same - the sound of laughter. Mitch also sought out the Lord in his life and I saw more of that each time we got together. He made it clear that he felt no shame in loving the Lord. He never hid it or denied his Savior, and for that I am most proud.
I can’t relate in words the depth that my brother will be missed; parties will be not as loud, there will probably be more food leftover, and there won’t be anymore Cubs game phone calls. I will miss looking into his accepting eyes filled with love, followed by a small grin and a huge hug. But I can smile at the fact that he’s enjoying another party at this very moment, a party hosted by God and attended by angels where on August 14th Mitch was the guest of honor!
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