It can be said of him,
That he enjoyed the life he lived.
That he grabbed hold of it with both arms
And gave it a hugging never to be forgotten.
He never knew a stranger
Or turned away a friend in need.
He never met a dog he didn't like
Nor saw a garage sale he could pass by.
He was passionate in debate,
Generous with his time,
Fascinated with nearly everything
And voracious in his appetites.
He was one of a kind,
And in the end not only
Is that the best that can be said of him,
But it was the thing he liked best about himself.
For Mike Butterfield 1942-2004