I will never be able to wrap my mind around the last year of his life. We had everything: a beautiful house, tons of friends, an awesome job, and a perfect precious four year old daughter. One day we are choosing paint colors for the guest bedroom at Lowes and just a few months later I am picking out a shirt to bury him in.
Danny kept this disease far away from us, and for that I am thankful. But at the same time, if I had known he might be mowing the lawn or grilling chicken right now. So basically, Danny was trapped inside a hell. And a few days before Christmas he was driving to rehab, but he never made it.
I think God decided he had been tortured enough. Danny died instantly when the truck hit a tree. Since he has died I am left to raise our daughter alone. She will never know him and even now her memories are fading. She is so very special and we all love her very much. She more than any of us got ripped off big time.
Danny was the best father, husband, son, brother, and friend to anyone who ever knew him. I hope he has peace now that his silent war is over.