I remember spending hours playing on the hill with Roy at Soren Lane. Everything was a huge adventure and a battle to be conquered. We rode bikes down the jagged edges of the dangerous side just to prove that we weren’t afraid. He was always stronger than me and I really admired that.
We drifted apart for a few years in my 20s, but when I called him he picked up right away and took a chance. That meeting allowed me to reconnect to a lost part of my family. I will always be grateful for that.
Roy got me my first handgun, gave me advice on weapons, and always wanted a hug when I left. Our last conversation was about getting a sword for my daughter’s graduation pictures. He really wanted to surprise her with that in person, but his time came too soon. He was my cousin and I will miss him dearly.
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