Don and I bumped into one another more than a few times on opposite shifts at Gwinnett Fire. When I knew he was at a house that needed an overtime man I always volunteered to work that extra shift. Why? Well, I liked to be fed well, and Don was such a good cook he was always excused from dishes (even though he kept a tidy kitchen along the way) but mostly because he was a quietly competent Firefighter, and could be relied on in the clutch. And while I modeled my mustache after his, it never quite made the grade - A great mustache is often a firefighter's 'trademark'.
So, for now, we've heard him called into quarters, and we take a moment to recall him fondly, blacken our badges and doff our helmets in a heartfelt salute. Go and grab a chair on the porch brother, we'll all be along soon enough, but for now, rest awhile.
God bless Don's family and friends as they navigate these tough tough waters and find strength in one another and the love of God. There is a saying: "A ship in harbor is safe, but that's not what ships are for" - Don's adventures in life remind us to find an adventure, grab a hold of it with both hands and to enjoy it, and life, to its fullest. Rest in peace now brother.