Denis is one of my cousins on my dad’s side. Denis’s mother Flossie, is my dad’s sister. They used to live here in Canada, and now in USA. I remember when my parents said. We’re going to aunt Flossie’s for a visit. We happily jumped into the car and couldn’t wait to get there. All my cousins were fun to be with. And Denis was always kind. When they moved away, it was a sad day. But Denis made a good life for himself. He was a great pilot in the airforce.

Serve his new country with honour. Sadly after many strokes. His life turned. In his last years, in a wheelchair and struggling to make ends meet. But he always had some jokes to tell me.  We used to talk long distance for hours. Talking about him playing piano at some event, to recipes, world events, to him running for governor. I miss him a lot. He was a good man, and I know he’s in a better place.. RIP my dear Denis.