Deputy Sheriff Edward Norman Dare

Eddie, I think of you often. Miss our golfing days and your wonderful sense of humor. Between you & Bill, with the hoots, raspberries, & wolf whistles, it's a wonder any of us ever made a tee shot. We probably hit more birds & prarie dogs than any other golfers out there. You said you'd never let me forget the time I was so enthusiastic about doing donuts over your ball that I spilled out of the golf cart, and you were right. There's no way I'll ever forget it because it brought you so much joy. You were so easy to laugh with. You were a loyal friend, a loving husband to Cindy, and beneath the jovial exterior beat a big, tender heart. Miss hearing the brief whoop-whoop of your siren when you'd stop by after a tough day on the job and I can't see a chicken without remembering how much you loved your little pet, even allowing her to live in the house. Every time I climb a step stool in my house and reach for something up high, I think how I'd have to remember to dust the top of the fridge and keep all the light fixtures clean when you were expected. Funny how the little things become so important to those who mourn lost friends. You always avoided the issue of God and faith, but were drawn to others who believed. Since my sweetheart followed you to the pearly gates back in 2009, I like to think of you two buddies together up there, having a good laugh and getting into mischief. After all, God's got to appreciate a good sense of humor, too, doesn't he? Love you, big guy!

Caryn Ann Wilhelm
Friend

May 12, 2017