I first got to know Donna while on the Hurricane Katrina Relief trip that we did just days after the hurricane hit New Orleans. Her and I shared the car trip down and back, following the two trucks that carried the food and supplies we took down to the people of Grand Isle, LA, a small barrier island just south of New Orleans. Somehow the small island survived but with unbelievable damage. It was an exciting trip - only the National Guard, Police, Fire, and us were allowed there. Donna was what made the trip fun for me. She had sense of adventure and fun that made the long road trip seem all too short.
One memory of Donna on the trip was when we were sitting in the car on the side of the road waiting for the two trucks. We were nearly blown away by an 18 wheeler that was going way too fast and way too close to us. Donna and I just looked at each other, eyes wide with unbelief and fear. Then Donna calmly said, "I don't think I want to do that again."
She was not so calm when we arrived in Grand Isle and drove across this bridge.
Looking at the pictures again, it just doesn't seem right that she's gone. I'm going to miss her.