From the Chaplain: I have two reflections: First, Sometimes when chaplains do Memorial services they can be a little wistful that they did not meet the person when there was a chance to get to know them. I have that feeling with Don. I know that I would have liked him and had fun with him. Secondly, at the same time from getting to know the family and friends there is a way we know a person by how others have known him and what they share of their lives with him. In this sense, I know Don from the love, honor and sharing of those who knew him. In this context I know him too, as fun, strong, devoted and deeply loved and competent. It is for me an honor and a privilege to have been a part of his memorial. Once again, Don, I salute you. Chaplain Bill

What a beautiful job you have done through your website...we miss Don & Sally very much. Keith & Deborah Gould

My husband and I have had the honor of knowing Don through his son and our great friend, Erik. Erik is one of the finest people we know and we feel it is due to the integrity, dedication, and hard-work ethics of Don and Sally. Don, we miss you and know you and Sally are together once more. With sorrow and affection, Stephanie Morris Girton

Never Gone As Long As We Remember Let us make our remembering more than a remembering. Let us make it a hope and a pledge, carried on these words: In the summer sun and fields of brightness, we will remember. In the autumn haze and blazes of color, we will remember. In the winter chill and blankets of whiteness, we will remember. And in the warmth of spring and bursts of new life, we will remember. With everything that is permanent, and with all that is passing. With everything that is majestic and with all that is common. With everything that carries us in concern and with all that lifts us in joy. We will remember again and again and again. As long as we have life, we will remember. And in the remembering we will discover new life, new hope, and new courage, if not today then tomorrow.

Listen Listen gentle people, and hear my truest needs…I hear you stumbling for words. Relax; There are no words…I hear you remembering a funny story about my loved one and looking embarrassed because you are laughing. Share with me. Let me laugh. It gives me something to hold onto in the middle of the night when I feel only pain. Be happy yourself…and let me be me… On days when I can laugh, I will. On days when I can speak of my loved one, I need you to share my memories.. you don’t have to give me answers, for I will learn to live without them. You don’t have to pretend that my loved one never existed, thinking I would forget if you do. Let me speak his name, and you speak it too. He is always a part of who I am. If you take that from me, I will be less than who I am.