Asking for prayers for the repose of the soul of my cousin, Steve.
He passed away Saturday morning. He died from emphysema. He was funny as hell. He smoked and drank and burned his candle at both ends, and I loved him. He used to stand up to my mother for me when I was a kid and she was set on keeping me away from all the fun.
My Mom didn't want me around him, because she said he was wild. He used to ride a motorcycle and drank beer...(wild). 馃き But in my book, he was just right.
Bye, Stevie. You were loved.
My Mom didn't want me around him, because she said he was wild. He used to ride a motorcycle and drank beer...(wild). 馃き But in my book, he was just right.
Bye, Stevie. You were loved.
