I dont have the words to put into perspective just how much it hurts. I remember the day Dennis and his family moved in behind me from Landover. Pretty sure thats the day we first met. We became friends immediately and me, Louie, Ricky, Bryan Price and Dave McKenna all spent alot of time after school at the Kirby house. Our games of 3 on 3 football were both epic and brutal. Once bryan tackled dennis and drove him from the yard into the street. We laughed like shit and dennis just popped up and laughed too. We would go to Kemp Mill Records together for the latest album and whatever else we needed. I remember spending hours listening to music and perfecting our air band routines. In the winter when it was so cold at the bus stop we had a trash can for fires. We battled together on and off the field and you could always depend on Dennis. Rumbles after basketball games. And he had awesome hair. He loved the Cowboys i think. He loved Ed Noone and Terry Staples. He definitely loved his family. And he thought enough of me to come to my benefit the last time even though i know how hard it was for him. Dennis and I battled the same demon. I was just fortunate to have different circumstances. Im sorry I wasnt there for you when you needed me the most my brother. You are missed but you are always part of me and so many others. I love you big D. Gods speed.
Posted on: Sat, 30 Nov 2013 20:06:26 +0000
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