I loved my Cousin Dennis, he was more like my brother. That's how our fathers raised us. We shared many experiances growing up. I taught him to dance when we were 13, so he could ask his first girlfriend to the Mt Carmel dance. He taught me to ride a motorcycle, but I kept falling off. We shared everything, toys, girls, cars & confidences. He was my friend, my cousin, my brother. I last saw him at my Mother's Funeral, only a month ago. We huged and I promised him as soon as I got past the grief, I would be over to see him and have a long overdue talk.... I never got the chance. My heart is broken and I feel as if a part of my soul has been taken from me. I love you cus and I'll never forget you.
Cousin Gussy
