Stripped away from us far to quick,

Ripped away from us at a never right time.

Stolen away from us when we wanted it not.

They took him away from us and I,

hate them for that.

For those of you who never really knew him,
 
I am sorry.

For beneath the gruff exterior lay a heart of pure gold.

So many lessons learned from him,

Its a shame there's no time for more.

No more sayings, no more stories, and no more
 
Words of wisdom from the Cusumano vaults.

Instead, we now rely on old stories and sayings,

As we laugh about days gone by.

No new ones to come.


He belived in God, and I hope he was right.

But I dont care what god wants,

I want him here.

The media and "The Peoples" outrage is,

This weeks news.

But it's ours forever, never to forget who

He was, and what he taught us.


And as our tears fall to the ground,

Let's not forget, he died how he lived...

Standing up for, and his and his own.

Let's say; "Fare well to you, streets of pain."

Because that's how he have wanted it.

Let's remember him as we would have,

Us do so... Seeya Big Guy.



From your family at 491.