Service for Mike Mihalik (and a poem)
Below is a poem written by Mary Ellen Yannitelli this week in honor of Mike.
At the end of the bar
near the corner he stood
his everyday stop
A transition from toiler
to loving husband and pop.
Releasing his day
talking with the boys
of history, politics, religion and big toys.
When talks in the bar turned to debates that got heated
Mike very quickly and nonchalantly interceded.
He'd look off in the distance,
put his finger to his lip
and reduce everyone to laughter
with an amusing quip.
A "Guinan's Google" original-
he knew a bit about everything
and much about things mechanical.
Discussions about engines at times were tyrannical.
Mike's big frame belied his gentle soul
and everyone wished he'd remain-
for the warmth it emanated
seemed effortlessly to ease all of our strain.
But in the end he'd wave and bellow, "Goodnight, all!"
His departure even we could not forestall.
For off he must go,
out of much love and duty
home to his Sue-his lifelong beauty.
Now he has gone HOME
to his Father
and his son
Eternity for him has just begun.
Especially to his family, and those that experienced his love,
though it is difficult, our lives will continue.
Mike is gone, but in all that he touched
his love and gentleness will remain
This, and Gods mercy will help to ease the pain.
On God's distant shore
we shall meet again
and to his family
God be with you
-Mary Ellen Yannitelli, February 2008