S: In Loving Memory
FC: In Loving Memory | Da | Grandpa, Papa, Daddy, Dad, Dan, Danny.
1: He had a love for animals, nature, fishing, hunting, camping and anything that meant spending time with his family.
4: During his younger years, we were younger too. | He could not leave a blank slate of fresh fallen snow on an empty parking lot. The first flock of turkeys he ever saw he ran with through the forest for more than a mile. He built a house using entirely salvaged lumber with 2X4s that were no more than two feet in length by scabbing them together. The house stands today. He moved the front door 3 times because we changed our minds on where we would like it to be. ~Chris
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6: "Cut Spaghetti, grahams in milk, funny pages, 'The Big Cover', straightened socks, "one blop" meals, impromptu jingles, star gazing and adventures in the car; these are a few of the things that remind me of Dad." ~Jessica
7: I remember dad the most for kick ball games, help dunking basketballs, building huge snow forts, snow men and having snow ball fights, climbing his legs to do a flip, closing one eye while he drove to make us think he was sleeping, always acting surprised when he saw the bill at a restaurant and he made sure we saw his surprise. ~Jenna
8: Our Camping tradition
9: Kinzua Dam | Red Bridge | We used to..... _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
11: Loving man Once there was a man who loved to go hunting, fishing and most of all spending time with his grandkids. He tried to get as much time as he could with them, but then something happened and then all of that stuff softly drifted away. Then all he was, was a nice gentle man lying on a hospital bed. All of his family came to see him, there was tissues and tears we all hugged, and kissed him. It was so hard for everyone. the doctor said he had cancer, they fix him up and everything goes back to normal. But then he got sick again. After months and months, I lost a very loving man. By Kersten Nageotte
12: Remember When... ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ | "Papa was so nice. He was the nicest man I ever knowed in the whole world. He smiled at me and he always laughed. He played with me- it was fun. He always picked me up if I was hurt or sad. He never yelled. I love Papa. I miss him." ~Haedyn
13: Trinity's Memories When I came over we always feed the horse and made blueberry muffins. We always played in the front yard and back yard normally we played in the back yard with the jeep and the dog. I loved when he gave me hugs and kisses goodbye and we all miss his hugs and kisses. XOXOXOXO we miss you
15: His Music...just lovin' the music all the time and listening to it SO loud! His Tools...he always had whatever tool you needed, from the biggest remodeling job to the smallest task. He kept it all in that garage! His Trucks...he loved them, and he just loved to DRIVE! He told me his white dodge ram was his favorite vehicle he had ever owned, it makes me happy to think he drove that for the last time. His Mornings...He was such an early riser! I always thought one of the funniest things about him was that he would watch a full movie before he would even "start" his day.... who does that?!? His patience...He was the best listener I know. He never made you feel like he had something more to do than to be there to talk out a problem with you. He gave great advice & always guided you towards making the best choice for you. ~Tara
16: When mom and dad first split up he was going to community collage. He doped me off at day care the first day and I still remember it. I was sad the whole time. Which I thought was a long time. Dad and I talked about it later on in my life. He told me it was for an hour and the lady said I cried the whole time. He said "I knew right off the bat that that wasn't gonna work out." So I guess I'm the reason dad never got a collage education:-0 Going to a Crosby Stills and Nash concert with him. His over all love of music the way he would get mad when you challenged him on his knowledge of music. When he came to Pittsburgh to help me fix a few things that were wrong in the bathroom. I left for a few hours and when I came back the floor was down to sub floor. The walls were down to studs and the toilet and sink and tub had been removed. I laughed when i saw it. He said it was all shit and it just had to be done. It was not shit when he was done. He put so much thought in to every piece of that tiny room. It was perfect. Tara I don't know if you know how lucky you are to have a whole house so full of him, but maybe you do:-) He had some great stories about being a teenager they were very funny. Grams and milk, popcorn, pretzels, cut spaghetti, blue berry muffins. When I was really little he waited until the dew had settled and put a tarp down, then sleeping bags and we slept out under the stars during a meteor shower. It was so pretty he really loved the outdoors. I think it filled him up the way it does me. A nice clean cut yard. Playing kick ball he would mow a baseball diamond in the yard. The way he smacked his lips and said ahhhh after a long drink. His love of fire and fireworks. and so much more!! ~Mollie
17: I never saw anyone who was a better "gift getter"... You could have bought the man "Spam" for his birthday, and he'd make you feel like it was the best gift ever! He was thankful for the things in his life he HAD, which I truly envy and try to now mimic. I'm also so grateful for the hours and hours he devoted to my Mom and I, traveling about for hockey. I know he liked it sometimes, but I'm sure there were a lot of occasions it was the last thing he wanted to do - But you'd never know, and he did it anyways, with a warm smile. That's what kind of man he was. Selfless. ~Rane
18: Best part of Sunday was watching the Steeler games together. Dan was one of the most capable men I have ever known, fixing cars, bikes, anything in the house!!!! Lots of the kids called him Dan, Dan, the working man! To them he was always working at something. He always gave so much of himself to the kids, playing with them at what ever they were doing....from play dough to card games to the Wii. Mostly always smiling and laughing except when the Steelers lost. Then he could be a big pouter. He loved golf so much until he got hooked on the fishing.....the most organized and over the top tackle boxes. Enjoyed summer fishing in his boat. I hated when he would drive it fast. Remember when he took my little Chevy Beretta coupe through the creek at Porky anyone??? Very scary! He had a wild side. ~Kathy
19: Advise giver, friend, the fixer of anything, kid at heart, YATZEE, camping, gardener, walking on the ceiling. ~Rachael
20: I wanted to find a single word that would define Dan and his life. Husband, Father, Grandfather, Friend.. All true but in the same thought, not all there is. I thought for a very long time about how to sum Dan up to all of us. What he meant to each of us separately, yet also what he was as a whole. “Builder” was the word that kept coming to mind. Certainly the word describes Dan’s life from an obvious definition Many of us walk by, through, or in something that Dan’s hands have touched. Something that Dan had taken the time to make better. Clearly in the most plain sense, Dan was a “Builder”. But that definition is painted with such a narrow brush. He built a life. He built families. And most importantly every chance he had, he built you up. That is how I remember Dan. A “Builder”. He made you feel like anything was possible. He believed in you before you knew that you could do it. He took the time to show you how. His patience was remarkable. He always made a point to listen. Not just hear. But truly listen. His sincerity not only made you more endeared to him but also made you take the things he said to heart. Because he did not waste time with you on idle conversation. He was funny. He didn't take himself seriously and loved to laugh. Even more, loved to see you laugh.
21: And now here we are. So very lost without him. We've searched every minute since he left us with thoughts of, “What are we going do without him? Who's hand will be there for help? Who knows the right thing to say? What do we do?" I am not perfect, but neither was Dan. I am not as strong, or as sensitive, or as handy as Dan. I don't have answers. But I will do as he did. As he would want each of us to do. I will be a “Builder". I will build my family. I will build my life. I will try and take every opportunity to build up the people that I care about. To help them be better. To help them love more. To push them if they need it. To be their safety net if they fall. And if I do this. If we all do these things, Dan will never leave. He will always be here. By Joe Nichols