In a family full of stubborn and opinionated people he pretty much led the pack.
"Tough times don't last, but tough people do." was one of many mottoes he held true.
In times of need he was always the first to come to any one's aid.
He needed and loved his wife and children like he needed air to breathe.
Just like his father, underneath that gruff exterior was a big softy.
Just like his mother, he had boundless compassion and energy.
Just like his four brothers, he had an impish twinkle in his eye when in competition.
Just like his four brothers, he could and would "ice" an idiot in a second and with the fewest words possible.
He was as quiet as a hand grenade going off in a barrel of oatmeal.
Not surprisingly, his daughter is the same way.
Not surprisingly, his son is a gentle giant.
Both have his razor sharp wit.
His lovely wife was the perfect counter balance to his "take no prisoners" attitude.
She's the bravest woman I know.
If I had to sum her up in one sentence it would be this:
He was born on this day, 1959.
The world and it's problems be damned.......he was here.
He passed all too soon in January 2010.
His family's and friends' worlds would never be the same.
He was loved by many, and that's more than a few.
Happy Birthday, Bruce.