Who is not really my uncle, passed away yesterday afternoon. Don was the last of a dying breed. He loved the farm, loved the cows and loved his family. Affectionately known to some as "Opa" and others as the farm "Santa" Uncle Don always had something witty or silly to say. He still loved to flirt and goof around, even at the age of 88. I had the pleasure of knowing Don because he lived on the Farm Colony, down the street from my parents. Don was a wealth of knowledge. Anyone who was lucky enough to know him knew he was a special, special man. Don decided a week ago that he was tired. He didn't want to go through another hospital visit for his kidney dialysis so he stopped. He passed away at home with family nearby. God Speed Uncle Don, we will all miss you.
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