Friday, January 28, 2022
When Dana and I were around 5 or 6, my brother, Jim, and my dad were removing an old cast-iron stove out of our home to discard of it. While they were struggling to get monstrous stove out of the house, they seen Dana walking on all fours with a pair of rubber boots on his hand and a pair on his feet. Well, needless to say this struck both Jim and dad so funny that my brother ended up dropping the stove on dad's foot. As my dad howled in pain, Dana came over to see what they were doing. While my dad was cussing out my brother for dropping the stove on his foot, my brother, through laughter, asked Dana why he was walking around like that...dana matter factly replies, "Because, Im a dog and that's how dogs walk." He then continued to walk down toward his grandparents house, just a house down from us.
Dana, when we were children, always made me laugh, he had so much energy, and I was quite impressed on how he could swing a bat. I never seen Dana be mean to anyone. You're gone to soon, old friend.
So sorry for your loss.
Sincerely,
Karen Park
