Hey Butch,
I remember playing out back as young kids on Richmond St and hanging out together at the many family parties. Although we went to different High Schools, we hung together on most weekends through those days. You got me started playing darts and we shot as teammates for many years. They were great times. When there wasn’t a dart match to be played we would get together on the weekends to play each other, non-stop for hours. Neither one of us would ever admit one way or the other who was the better shooter. Though I had my moments, I’ll admit it, you were the better dart shooter.
The list of things we did together over the years can go on and on. But simply put, whenever I knew you and I were getting together, regardless of the reason, I looked forward to it, knowing it was going to be fun and there would be a lot of laughs. I know many people feel the same way. Over the years and to this day when I’m hanging out with my wife, my brother, my kids, family members, or even people that never even met you, it would be a rare occasion for me not to tell a Butchie story.
You were so dedicated to your family. Debbie, Richie and Rebecca always came first, even before darts! Ha Ha. I remember a time or 2 when we were at a dart match. You got a call from Debbie that she needed you for something, whether it seemed minor or not, you were out the door. It was non-negotiable. You were leaving to go to your family. I didn’t quite understand it at the time, but I certainly do now.
Debbie and I were recently talking about this, you may have heard us. Of the many stories of times we had together, this one isn't the funniest, but it is the best. Someone you knew had a party in Bridesburg. I guess we were in our late teens? You went up to the guy whose party it was and told him “I’m gonna marry her”, referencing the guy’s girlfriend. I don’t remember if you said the girls name, but the person you were talking about was Debbie. Most of the drive home that night all you would talk about was marrying Debbie. It got to the point where I had to tell you “ok we heard you, we get it, you’re gonna marry Debbie”. Needless to say, you did marry Debbie. You’ve been married for many years and raised 2 wonderful kids that I know you are extremely proud of.
You’re a loving, faithful husband, a caring father, a helpful neighbor, and a great teammate. An inspiration to us all. But for me Butch, most of all, you are my friend. Always was, always will be.
Love you and miss you Butch,
Your cousin and friend, Stevie