35 years ago when I walked into church for the first time a guy walked up to me and introduced himself to me as Don Bench a short chubby guy with dark haired guy with a combover back then, we talked a little then he presented me with God's plan for Salvation it was the first time I had ever heard of such a thing and the seed was planted. We quickly became friends and started hanging out together we spent countless hours hunting, fishing and driving up and down dirt roads together. He was the most stubborn, one way, opinionated person with a heart of gold I have ever met and he was my best friend. My wife and I were at his house the night before he passed for dinner and cards we all had a good time and I will cherish that. He died at Chinook Landing doing what he loved and to me that seems fitting.
I miss you Don I know where we are are God willing we will meet again.