David was diagnosed in October 2007 and lost the battle on March 3, 2008. He could fix anything and everything. He loved fishing, hunting, laughing like Scooby Doo, and especially loved his son and me. We never doubted he loved us. David fought this ugly disease with all he had, but it won. I still donate each year in hopes that someday a diagnosis is not a death sentence. David, you are not forgotten.