Dear Glenna. Hard to imagine this loss and cannot imagine the sorrow you carry. I do well remember a very snowy Thanksgiving when Don met me at Gehrig's with his big truck, to see I got up my hill. Then called the next day to see if he should take my snow tires down. (Butch had already been to get them). That was the start of our friendship, on that snowy night. Thank you for sharing some special timess over porkchop dinner, or enjoying your yard, as Don finished the chores. Love to you.Judy