August 2, 2018 was a beautiful day. I had gotten up a bit earlier than usual, put our two dogs, Josee and Jaydee in the car, and gone to Price Chopper to pick up some bagels. When I arrived back home at maybe 9:00 or 10:00 AM, I guess it didn’t register with me that my son-in-law’s truck was in my driveway. I put the leashes on the dogs, picked up the bag of bagels and headed toward the front door. As I was walking up the walk, my daughter, Mindy, came out of the front door. I said, “Hi, Mindy, how are you doing?” She answered, “Give me the leashes, Dad” and took the dogs from me. It was then that I noticed that she was crying. I asked what was the matter and she ushered me into the house. Once inside, she devastated me with the words, “Denny is dead.”
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