Ace Collins
My cousin was a sweet man with a huge heart. He dearly loved his family and was committed to all of us. The last time I saw him was four years ago when he was passing through Arkansas on his way back to DFW. We spoke about life, the old home place, and our memories of grandparents. As he and my father was so close to the same age, he also shared tales about my father I had not heard. He left the world and those around him better. He will be missed, but his life lives on through all of those he touched.

