Memorial:Cousin Bruce, Porsche Race Car Driver

He dreamt of car races and our sunny California beaches. Of tanned women playing volleyball. Yes, all were within his vibrant reach. Porsche-mania, though was his all. Some talk endlessly of dreams coming true, but Bruce, followed them. He packed up his things and left his freezing Chicago neighborhood. Blond, tall, amenable with the most beautiful eyes of hypnotic blue. My cousin, Bruce, so determined to develop his effervescent, glowing manhood. He was par excellance at selling Mercedes Benz, and,made a substantial living. He married a beautiful woman, bought a home with pool in Anaheim. I have never known a man so unselfish and totally giving! A Porsche Race Car driver, he did become! Standing there in his white racing suit,blond hair waving, holding a helmet shining in the California sun! He was living his dream come true. He became manager of Porche dealership,bought a ranch house with pool in Malibu. Then, he wasn't feeling well,something was most askew. Indeed he battled cancer for two years, but not once did I hear him complain, not even a grumble. People complain of smaller issues, "victim acts" are their thing. Oh, how they do publicize their suffering! But cancer got the very best of him.He became yet more thin and more than ill. Bruce celebrated his fortieth birthday in that California Spring! Eleven days later, God tapped him on the shoulder. And said, " come home, to me, your soul, do bring" I have quite never gotten over this loss. I miss his humility and laughter and helping others, no matter the cost! Bruce did not come from money at all. He loved, people and life. That was his true legacy and call. My Highest tribute to my Cousin Bruce. April 3, 1947~ April 16, 1987 Such joy, generoty and humility! Always in my thoughts, Cousin Pangie 3/11/2021 ~2~