Happy Birthday Den...  Trust you have most of the phones in heaven working more efficiently by now.....  Jim McWilliam

Denis and I were classmates graduating from Hardwick Academy in 1963. Though years have passed my memories of Denis are still very clear. Both his personality and smile would make him difficult to forget. My condolences to his family.
Best Wishes, Jim McWilliam

Denis and Ilene moved to Williston right after I moved to Georgia. I would meet up with them in Florida in the winter and Vermont in the summer. In Florida Denis and I would walk the beach and look for seashells. On my Vermont trips after dinner Denis and I would play the card game Casino, which he taught me. In addition to being a good husband, father and grandfather, he was a good friend.

I am so sorry to hear about Denis passing. It has been years since I have seen him, but the memories I have are great. I always thought Denis and Ilene were just the nicest people. They were the kind of people that made you feel welcomed. I remember our families getting together occasionally, and I also remember going to St. Norbert's parish together. My condolences to all the family!
Cara

Denis always greeted us with a friendly smile and a genuine inquiry about how things were. Almost always a story followed. A family man - who will surely be missed.

It is difficult to sort out all the stuff of someone’s passing - the paperwork that needs filing, the details that need to be worked out, the decisions that need making, and the emotions that accompany it all. Thinking of what I wanted to share about Denis got me thinking about the meaning of that word SORT. Sort, sorted, sorting, sorts - there are so many ways this word weaves through my memories of him. Sorting stuff literally kept Denis going in his later years. Denis was a hardworking, no nonsense, practical sort of man. Faced with a problem, he would tackle it with all sorts of creative solutions. There wasn’t much that couldn’t be sorted out with a tie wrap here or a length of cord there. I imagine if he heard me say so, he would give me one of his soft, eye-reaching sort of smiles, and I would hear his gently-rolling, sly sort of giggle as proud acknowledgment of his ingenuity! Denis was the sort of man who would step in and help without being asked, and the sort of man who would make personal sacrifices in service to someone in need. He was just the sort of father-in-law that treated me like his own daughter, the sort of father who would toil alongside his son, and the sort of Papa that would soothe fussy babies, freely pass on knowledge, play with, and cheer on from the sidelines his grandsons. He was also the sort to lick off the frosting of a maple glazed donut and put it back on the counter to enjoy later with his coffee in the smallest sort of mug…

Denis was his own sort of unforgettable man, and I will greatly miss him.