My Cousin

It's goes like this...Daddy and Hubert are brothers. I am Daddy's daughter and Dale is Hube's son. Dale has a son Steve. Dale passed away a couple years ago. He left us to soon. Dale and I had always been close since we were kids. I can't recall him ever calling me by my name...it was always "Sis". I can remember going over to his house and playing with Steve when he was a baby.
Dale and Steve built my flower shop and we had many days when all we did was laugh. I cherish those days and I'm glad that I took pictures.
I have one pic on the wall of Dale and Steve smoothing at the concrete on the front porch.
Steve and I have become even closer since Dale's death. We text each other a few times a week just to make sure each other is doing ok. We've even talked to each other on our cell phones for over an hour trying to solve each other's problems. He dropped by the other afternoon to pull up all the poison ivy from around the store. I had tried to pull some up and was trying to be ever so careful, but all I have to do is walk by it and I get a rash.
We all have cousins some just rate higher than others.
And Steve, well he is at the top of list.........