Yesterday, the days with you will always stay with me!
You always loved to cuddle and to be held and even loved to to play with barbie.
Some would think you were a bit of sissy, I guess is that is would they would call it. Art was your number one love, you would even decorate some of the walls with pictures of what looked like little VW's. Some did not believe you could never make it as an artist but I always had faith that you could be whatever you want to be and you did!!
You ended be the one strongest and bravest people I know, you were no way a weak person.
You became an amazing tattoo artist and you were loved by so many because of your wisdom and talents.
My biggest regret that your two beautiful daughters didn't get to know you more. They were still very young when you left us but I know you are watching over them because you are there guiding light and guardian angel.
I wish I had more time with in your life but God had other plans for you.
You will alway be here in my heart!
Love you my dear son

All of my best memories of my brother involve laughing so hard that we could barely breath. We had ups and downs lol me most siblings of course. My first memory is the first time our new family of four were all in the car. I always thought it was when we brought him home from the hospital but I'm not positive. I was only three. What I do remember though, is that for the first time I had to sit in the backseat. All by myself. I always set up front between my mom and dad on the bench seat of whatever old car we had at the time, probably a Nova or something similar. I was hurt and resentful. My first experience with jealousy had begun. But then as he got a little bit older and was fun to play with I really enjoyed having a baby brother. We lived in Texas where he was born when we were little. Most of our time is spent with her mom who was a stay at home mom. My dad was away in Germany on a tour in the army. I don't recall ever being jealous of him when it was just me my mom and my brother , DJ. My mom is always super fair to both of us and spent lots of time with both of us doing fun things. My brother and I would play in our backyard with our dog Blondie. Often bare foot, we played outside a lot. He was my best friend. Things changed when we move to Somerset Massachusetts. I was older and more interested in hanging out with my friends in the neighborhood. Unfortunately all the kids on our street we're girls close to my age. Good for me not so good for DJ. He was my tagalong and got on my nerves which I would later feel guilty about during adulthood. Especially so when I had children of my own and even more so when he got sick with cancer and I feared that I could lose him. I thought about all of those years that I wasted not appreciating him and was overcome with guilt. I talked to Doug about it when he was sick and I apologized for being mean to him. He laughed it off and said it made him stronger and it wasn't a big deal. That meant the world to me because I know that sometimes I really wasn't mean big sister. Just during elementary school years well and middle school. Once he was older he had his own friends and his own things to do anyway. I was always jealous of his intelligence and artistic ability during our childhood and was so happy to see him become an artist and then eventually tattoo artist. But never was I'm more proud of my little brother then when he and his ex Danielle brought their daughter into the world. He was such a good dad. I was so impressed. By this time we lived in Sarasota Florida and he was only 2 miles away for me. I would go over and hang out with him and his baby Molly. Danielle work during the day and he worked at night as a tattoo artist. I was amazed that he could teach her so much at such a young age she could read by the time she was a year and a half. Danielle and Doug were so incredibly dedicated to their baby girl. Molly loved her daddy. She loved it when he would put her in her swing on the porch and push her harder and faster than I thought it was safe. He loved singing to her and making her laugh. He loved showing off how intelligent she was and it was beaming with pride anytime he talked about his daughter. Here he was this big intimidating looking tattooed guy, with plugs in his ears, a goatee and who or black from head to toe turn into a big old teddy bear at the mere sight of his daughter. They went on to have another daughter Mari, Marilyn Jane. He got a kick out of the fact that his kids nicknames were Molly and Mary Jane. If you don't know why it's OK don't ask. He thought it was funny. Even though his kids were still young when he passed, I can't help but think how lucky they were to have such a loving affectionate daddy. Despite it being for a brief time he was a better father for those few years then many children ever have. Sadly he was sick for most of Mari's life, but still loved and enjoyed his girls immensely. He was a son, father, brother, cousin, nephew, and friend. He left his mark on the world with his humor and his artwork and sometime by his sheer intensity. Most of all he left two beautiful girls that share so many of the same qualities as their father. He will be missed forever by so many of us. I love you Doug thank you for forgiving me for being less than a good big sister some of the time. One in 1 million

My son is always with me in my heart ❤️ and I will remember him as big man with an even bigger ❤️ heart!!!
Loved his family and friends and left his legacy threw his two beautiful children and his artwork which many wear today as his tattoos.
Love you forever ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Doug lives on in the lives of his daughters Molly and Mari. His laughter and smile are forever in my heart.
I miss you sweet guy! I will continue to tell your girls how much you love them!

My most prevalent memory of Doug is him with Mari. He had just come home from the hospital and they were still living out in East Orlando by UCF. Mari was still under 2 and had recently gotten a lobster stuffy and carried it all around. One evening he got a hold of it and was singing the rock lobster song from Family Guy. "It was a rock lobster! Rock lobster! ROCK LOBSTER!!" Mari at first was a little nervous and she went and hid around the corner and then eventually behind the trash can. By the time she was hiding behind the trash can she was giggling so hard she looked like she might fall over. All the while Doug was singing and making the lobster dance all around, being his good ole goofy self. Seeing him smile in those hard times would bring a smile to you as well.

I hate things like this, and Doug wouldn't like sappy stuff either ;)
My favorite memories of Doug include, but are not limited to:
Countless trips to Munchies 420 Cafe in Sarasota. Adding cheese to everything, and him not judging because he was doing the same. Jamming out to his wonderful playlists. Him turning on "Do you Realize" (aka fealize to a young Molly) to calm Molly down. Him freaking out because Molly ate Desitin (no doubt he LOVED his girls). Him putting Molly on his chest while sitting on the couch and being able to simply count to 10 and calm Molly down (god knows that kid loved numbers). I do the same for my kiddo now