This week, I lost a cousin of my dads to lung Cancer. She was only 61 and she was beautiful.

We together a lot growing up. My grandma and her grandma were sisters and my dad would always say that Harry and Diane were like his brother and sister. My dad was an only child. So he would say that.

We saw each other a lot growing up and I have pics of those years. Remembering our time together is so precious. Now it’s gone away.

But your up in heaven with your grandma and grandpa and my dad and your son whom you have missed. As well as several aunts and uncles that have gone before us.

Every time I see a butterfly I think of you.

So when I see a butter fly I will think about you. Miss you my friend.