Francis Stacy Duffy
you swim throughout the corridors of my mind. thoughts of you and the life you leave behind. that silly bent finger and when you tought me to about vapor barriers and heating ducts. i dont know how it will be that there are only six. your father and mother would trade their lives for you, your wife and daughter the same. i make these pledges to you: i will look after your daughter to the best of my abilities. your secrets are still safe with me, and know where ever you roam (and i hope it is far) that i love you and will not think of this as losing a cousin, but gaining an angel.