Dean Boyle

Uncle Dean was an exceptional uncle to me. When I was a kid, he would let me watch him box in the basement at Grandma & Grandpa' house where he would hit the punching bag and the small ball. Then he would pick me up and let me hit the punching ball a few times too. He would sing to me and tell me stories, some of them about when he and my Mom were kids. Over the past couple of years I would call him every month, and we both looked forward to those calls. I always ended by saying, "I love you...