Nichole Lang
Dennis was my uncle and god father. I remember as a child he would come to our house for Christmas Eve and bring potatoes, carrots or onions in these big sacks and tell me that was my gift then go to the car to get my actual gift. I would have to wait for him to finish milking his cows before he would come. I still have many of the stuffed animals to this day. I have a lot of childhood memories of my sisters and I going to his farm on Eisenhower now “R” to feed the baby calves and goats, and to see the mean bulls when he had one and to get licked by the cows. We would try to take the outside cats home and Dennis would always say, “You don’t want those cats, they are sick.” Much love to my family and prayers of healing
Nikki lang
