F. Seriously. Two weeks ago Danny left the remains of his Miller Lite 12-pack in my fridge because I "never have any good beer." Tonight my brother and friends and I poured them on the curb for our fallen brother... Last week my wife called me four times in one day to see if I called Danny on his birthday...after I fell asleep she sent him a text message from me to wish him well...he responded that we (me, my wife and friends) will never know how much he loves us. We know. We miss him. He was here to attend the burial of a young soldier at Arlington Cemetery. I expect (and hope) that this hero, too, will be buried there. More importantly, Danny was a beautiful friend to us all. More than anyone, he shared his enthusiasm and need to "give back" to skydiving with the world. He will be sorely missed. XXXO.