We love our "Mr. Don," and will miss him very much. My 25 yr-old daughter in Washington DC was so sad to hear he'd passed, saying "he was such a big part of my childhood" growing up in the Beachcomber Mobile Home Park. Mr. Don was a selfless soul, he did things like sharing dinner with a blind neighbor for years, and helping others with errands. He took out, and back in, the trash cans of all his neighbors for the whole 20 years I knew him. He always wore a shirt and tie and a yellow sweater, and as he came down our driveway to take our cans I could hear him through the window, half-whistling and half-humming hymns, and it always gave me a tiny moment of cheer. These tiny moments of cheer are what make the world go around! He shared literature about the loving Jesus with tens of thousands. He was the spiritual anchor of our park, praying daily. When he spoke of his conversations with God, I knew it was true because Mr. Don was incapable of telling an untruth, and it boosted my faith. He was a real live angel and showed what real angels are like: cheerful, unassuming, rosy cheeked and with twinkling eyes. He lived simply, he was ready when God called him home, and I know he is now our angel on the other side. Thank you Mr. Don, for everything. We send our love.