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Was remembering when me and Dennis walked to the gravel pit 3 miles from home as kids, and both of us caught 49 and 50 blue gills. Don't remember who won but we had a great fishing day. Or how many times we rode our bicycles 6 miles in the hot Summer Sun to watch a corny movie at the indoor theatre. Seems like yesterday and now Good Bye Dennis. Was a friend all these years.
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Dennis was a good man, a loving man. Like all of us he had his demons
yet he refused to let them through the door. I met Dennis in high school and we both shared a common understanding; we hated school, especially in those days. Life seemed hard for us both but we fought against the tide of confusion, anger and hurt, in a world filled with madness. Dennis was a rebel, a rebel with the heart of a lion.
I remember him bagging groceries at the kingSupers after he quit school. When I visited him there for the first time he was bagging food in his blue apron. As I watched him I felt he could lift the entire store with one arm. Dennis was not filling paper bags with food, he was filling them with grace and beauty. I looked at him and felt something I was too young to understand then but now know it was love and adoration. He was strong, wild, and untethered, and at times went too far and hurt people, yet I knew secret truth about him. Dennis was a mystery....how could someone with so much rage and anarchy possess a heart filled with such goodness and caring for others? Much later in life, I realized what saved us both was the truth behind our rage. Our shared unconscious knowing of our deep-rooted goodness.
Racing through the fields of Colorado atop his 305 scrambler was divine. Screaming, laughing, raging; doing our best to break the sound barrier. I was not afraid, I was in the hands of an angry raging boy with the heart of a lion. I loved Dennis for all that he was and I could forgive him for his transgressions, and he mine, for we knew the truth of who were beyond the hurt. God Bless you Dennis.
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