Today, you would have turned 53. I have learned so much about you, Hen, during these last weeks. You were a friend, a mentor, and a confidante to so many. I cannot believe the respect shown from all of your co-workers, and friends. You were a prime example of one who goes above and beyond. Never once did anyone hear of you boasting of how many times you had to go and help someone. I heard stories of you literally saving people’s lives, not only in your regular work duties, but also in your personal life because you cared so much. We shared so many wonderful stories and shed so many tears, but we were able to laugh about your constant antics and jokes. No one was safe to turn their back with you around, never knowing when the next prank would be pulled. You made everyone laugh in times of sorrow, and yet were serious when it was needed. You were a man of great integrity and admiration. I hope I could gain even a little bit of what you were. I still cannot seem to understand why it was you, and in so many ways I cannot seem to accept it. Maybe this is because I still cannot believe it. They say that time will heal all wounds, and I hope that this is true. You were so happy in your personal life with Zack, Chantal and Kaitlyn, and you were looking forward to retirement. I am grateful that I see so much of you in your son, Zack, who was your pride and joy. He inherited your kindness, and love for others. He definitely also inherited your “jokester” type of person. He has taken on the practice of bread balls, taps on the head and being a prankster. I miss your phone calls where you would start with the “What’s the Cheese” as an opener. If this was not the introduction, you were pretending to be someone else. It didn’t matter that with call display, I always knew it was you, I would always get the same reply “I got you this time, eh”, and repeat this line about 3 times, while laughing your contagious laugh. When asked, how you were doing, the normal reply would be “Just Lovely”. I am grateful to have your dog, Tikka, and we will continue to care for her. I remember your laughter when I sent you pictures of her in her biker outfit, complete with doggles, while enjoying a ride on the ATV. To this day, people still call Ron, Don …. I wonder how this came about!! I am proud to call you my brother. I miss you so much. Love, Ling Ding & Don