I can’t think of your Dad without thinking of your Mother too. What a pair they were….laughing, cooking, partying, planning your house. They always seemed romantic to me and I know he lost the ‘love of his life’ when he lost her.
When you guys lived in Plymouth and I came to stay all night with Sharon your Dad would get up in the middle of the night and take bring me home if I got scared because I was so far away from home; I was glad when you moved to Willard!
Donny, you did a heroic job with him.
Love, Sue
