Dennis was a dear and special friend. I met Dennis as a teenager when he played in a local band, the Union, of which I was the fan club president. He was both a talented key board player and vocalist. He could sing The Bee Gees even almost better than the brothers Gibb.
He attended college at the University of St. Thomas with my ex-husband and me. My then husband was a Cotton, but not related.
I loved hanging out with him. He was funny and creative. Dennis had a motorcycle and took me for a ride. I will never forget him ending up in the hospital after an accident. At that point, I no longer thought motorcycles were cool except for Peter Fonda in Easy Rider.
I regret that hubby, Steve Hitt, and I had no time to bring him one of my homemade lasagnas. Also, I will always wonder how a Union reunion would have been with him on the key board and hubby, Steve Hitt on lead guitar.
I admire his devotion to his wife Theresa and his boys. He was always smiling and joking.
His music was his ministry, and many of us are better people from listening to him play and sing as his grandparents before him had used words to preach the gospel.
He loved our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. I know when our Lord received him, Dennis was welcomed with the words, “Well done, good and faithful servant.”
I miss you, my friend. Please be there as part of my welcome committee.
Rest in Heavenly peace, my sweet friend.
