Tuesday, August 26, 2014
When I was a little girl, I would go with my dad to the kitchen in Shilo to pick up my mom, and Donna would always come and sneak me cookies, even if I hadn't had supper yet. I always loved that. When I got older, and worked in the kitchens, I always leaned on Donna as a mentor and friend...you could always rely on Donna for anything, even a good chuckle. May her memory live on. Sending love and strength.
Sincerely,
Samantha (Marchand) Whittle
