When you come to the end of a per-fect day,
And you sit a-lone with your thought,
While the chimes ring out with a car-ol gay
For the joy that the day has brought,

Do you think what the end of a per-fect day
Can mean to a tir-ed heart,
When the sun goes down with a flam-ing ray,
And the dear friends have to part?

Well, this is the end of a per-fect day,
Near the end of a jour-ney, too;
But it leaves a thought that is big and strong,
With a wish that is kind and true.

For mem-'ry has paint-ed this per-fect day
With col-ors that nev-er fade,
And we find, at the end of a per-fect day,
The soul of a friend we've made.
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A Perfect Day
Words and Music By Carrie Jacobs-Bond
Published 1910 by Carrie Jacobs-Bond

Truly my best friend. My brother from another mother and a man I would do anything for. Rest in peace man you'll never be forgotten and Ill always carry you with me until the day I die.

Its been a a year to the day my brother, and its been a quiet one too. The world really lost something with you. I miss you dearly Hunter.

I... Didn't realize he died. All this time, I just thought I was a bad friend because I kept bugging him and asking to hang out. I'm so sorry. I'll miss you man :(

I miss you every day brother. You were the best of us and always will be. I’d do anything to hear your laugh again. Love ya Hunter

sadly