On Monday, August 16th, at 9:30am, I got a phone call that changed my life forever in the most negative way. It was a life shattering, heartbreaking phone call. It was the doctor calling to tell me that my loving, awesome, and perfect husband, Danny, had passed. I didn’t believe it. In a way, I still don’t.

First and foremost, Danny was the first born son and a joy to raise to Harry and Sherry Wilkinson. Next, he was the best brother ever to his younger siblings, Pamela, Chuck, Chris, and Brandon. Last but definitely not least, Danny was and still is the best husband in the history of husbands!! He treated me like a queen and spoiled me rotten. He never called me a name or rose a hand at me. He was so kind and patient with me, even when I didn’t deserve it. I’ve never known a more kind soul than Danny. To know him was to love him and don’t think he ever met anyone who didn’t like him.

Through our own strength, none of us will be able to get through the loss of such a wonderful, loving, and compassionate man. God is here for us. He has us all in His hands and it is through Him that we truly get our strength.