- He was literally run over by his own truck, which rolled out of Park into a ditch at the side of his driveway.
- He tumbled down his steep front steps on an icy winter day. Fortunately, his truck broke his fall. This incident led to him getting a flatter, second driveway off the other side of his house.
- He was bucked off his tipped-back tractor mower and subsequently chased across the yard, spinning blades in hot pursuit.
- He drove into a roadside ditch -- truck tipped over -- and had to climb out the driver's window (I think he was 80 at the time).
- He was diagnosed with "Pre-Leukemia" and weathered chemotherapy to keep it from progressing and/or spreading, though it unfortunately did -- to his lungs.
The only way to truly cheat death is through the legacy we leave behind. For Dana, that legacy is considerable: His family and friends; memorable tales, including bedtime stories about the impish Ring a Ding Ding and the Peanut Butter Witch; and countless physical monuments to his big heart and skill as a carpenter (he'd done work on any number of people's homes in town and handcrafted many pieces of furniture which we've been fortunate enough to inherit: dining table, coffee table, bureau, toy chest). We're also lucky enough to have adopted his Welsh Corgi, Jesse, who is a beautiful reminder of Dana as well as a hilarious sidekick to our much larger white lab/hound mix, Max.
In conclusion, pictures (Dana as grandfather, aka, "Gumpy" and his amazing tree trunk coffee table). Dana, you will be missed but not lost:
|Dana and Gus, 2007|
|The log coffee table, complete with handmade mallet on top.|