Dan Brandenburg
Dear Harold:
We first met you at this year's Firefighters Dance in June. You befriended our daughter, Angie, who has been in a wheelchair all her live. You asked her to dance–the first person to ever do this. Even though she declined the offer, I think that was the nicest thing a stranger has ever done for Angie. At first I thought you had a few too many, but after reading your obituary, I know different. Please rest in peace in that great cowboy ranch in the sky.

