Dennis You

My first memory of my Uncle Dennis was when I was seven years old and he was balancing my cousin Michele with one hand high above his head and she was squealing with joy.
He brought a lot of joy where ever he was. He loved his family. His wife and daughter and son in law and especially his grandsons. He made us care packages when I went off to college from his butcher shop. Kept us fed through college. When I married and moved again, he made us packages again. I will remember him always...