This Was My Cuz

A link to my past, going all the way back;
A solid support, one that never would crack.
A driver who loved going out for a ride.
Politically, one who kept feelings inside.
A soft-hearted viewer of Hallmark TV;
As loyal as Team USA fans could be.
A shopper of bargains and two-for-one sales.
A mixer of drinks and provider of ales.
An eater of snack foods, especially cheese.
A lover of laughter and shooting the breeze.
A bowler and one who played bingo and cards,
Who kept up with Facebook to send his regards.
A happy retiree down in the sun,
Enjoying the life leaving work had begun,
A life which was, much too soon, suddenly taken,
Leaving his people despondent and shaken.

Dear Cuz, you’ve been part of my life since your birth
And it’s hard to believe you’re no longer on earth.
Your unforeseen passing’s been tearful and tough,
But to say that I’ll miss you just isn’t enough.

For Bruce Jacobs (Aug. 19, 1950 - Sept. 15, 2024)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Wolf Avatar
September 17, 2024 at 7:52 PM
You've really done Bruce proud, Ilene. You should charge do speak at funerals.
Bauer Avatar
September 19, 2024 at 5:09 PM
Thank you, Gershon! I will miss him terribly...
Dietrich Avatar
September 17, 2024 at 3:35 PM
Wow. I see he was only five years older than me and s Virgo as well. I bet he was so smart and cool. So sorry for your loss. This is one of the better tributes I have seen for the interesting way you did it.
Bauer Avatar
September 19, 2024 at 5:11 PM
Thanks, Andrea! All deaths are hard to deal with, but a sudden, unexpected one just knocks you for a loop. Hard to accept...
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