T.J. Spytma
I so loved my Uncle Danny. I remember, when I was young, Uncle Danny visiting my mother. Uncle Danny didn't spend too much time getting to the regrigerator and looking inside to see what his sister had inside. Mom would just laugh. She knew her brothers were looking to get their hands on something my mother cooked or baked. My mother, like my sisters, was an awesome cook and baker. Christmas was always such a delight. I reconnected with Uncle Danny a few months ago. I will remember how his face lit up when he saw me and all of the wonderful smiles he shared with me.
