30 years ago I was getting ready for school when I called home to talk to my mom. I was staying with a friend to finish high school. It was almost Christmas break and I was making plans to come home for the holiday's.
My step-father answered and aburptly told me my uncle died. (he had no class or tact)...imagine being 16 and hearing your favorite uncle was dead. Needless to say I was shocked.
When the details came out I learned he was killed by a drunk driver. My uncle was only 30yrs old. He was always there for me and then he was gone.
I've never forgotten that day and I always think about Donny. I love and miss him even 30 years later.