DEANNA, a week and a half ago Doug and I were singing you happy birthday to you, watching you open birthday presents, and eating birthday cake at the kitchen table, we all looked forward to our Tuesday morning pancake and bacon routine, where we were able to sit and talk, you would tell us about your searches into your ancestry, show us your latest thrift store finds, or what ever project you had going on around the house. You would always greet me as I entered the house, even when you were obviously exhausted from everything you had going on. You couldn't leave the thrift store with out getting Darcy a coca-cola gift for his collection, you volunteered let me go out the door without telling me to drive safe, and made sure I had some water and treats to get through my day. When I walked in the house on Wednesday morning and looked towards the couch and seen you were not there, followed by Doug's trembling voice saying he had bad news, my heart broke. You will be missed very much... where ever you are I'm sure you found Darcy, my deepest condolences to Deanna's family and friends.
JASON CRAIK
