Words cannot express this weekend and the experience that my family and I had. Danny was my Uncle. Living in the Appalachian mountains of North Carolina I did not get to see Danny as often as I should have. Every time we did get to see him, however, is a cherished memory. Uncle Danny would usually come home to Ashe county for Christmas at Mother’s and maybe a few other times during the year. A lot of our conversing would be about our genealogy but then would always wind up with hilarious stories of my Dad and Uncle Jim (the twins). My family and I have come to find out that Danny was a very modest person. When he was home he never mentioned the fondness that people had for him at NKU and in the community. It was an amazing and very pride-filled day Saturday at the memorial service to see the love that everyone had for Danny. He was a very loving man and that love was returned very much by his friends, co-workers, and by us his family. There was a moment at the memorial service while we were all teary eyed as my 4 year-old cousin Laney took her tissue to wipe the tears from my eyes she with her “older than her age” intellect began to cry with full understanding why she was crying. But her words after the ceremony will go with me forever: While holding one of the many pamphlets we had with a picture of our Uncle Danny, with his flailing hands, she said “Even though Uncle Danny is passed away we can still see him (holding open the book), see.”
You will be greatly missed. We Love you!