Our family lost a brother last week. Our brother Dan passed into eternity at the age of 73. It was unexpected, something millions of Americans have experienced over the past four years. Somehow, the death of a loved one makes death seem so…well…final. We all have an appointment with death and the Bible teaches that “tomorrow is promised to no man…”
If you permit, just a brief tribute to our brother.
Dan was a unique guy in that he lived his entire life with one arm. He lost it at the age of 7 months when our family was broadsided by a drunk driver. Everyone survived (I was not born yet) but little “Danny” never knew a life with two arms.
Our baby brother, Bill, wrote Dan’s obituary and permit me to quote from it.
Dan did many things that would seem impossible for a one-armed man, including driving a semi-truck for Funnie-Frite Industries, climbing telephone poles to repair lines for United Telephone and operating an overhead crane at Kaiser. He also had a passion for cutting and splitting firewood using a chain saw that he had modified with an attachment that allowed him to use his “stub” to work as his missing hand.
In his younger years, his athletic prowess did not go unnoticed, ...
