Deborah Marusak

Aww, goodness. I miss this guy. We lost Dale, my little brother, this time last year. He got all the hair and Mama’s big brown eyes. He was brilliant from birth, a poet, a writer of songs and very strange stories, an artist, one heck of a musician (baritone and flugelhorn), and guitarist (bass and classical, self-taught). Believed in all things mystic and had big, big dreams. Had a heart as big as his dreams; look into his eyes. Loved his cats. And drove us absolutely crazy.
I miss our long talks and the “Hey, you’s.” 💔