“..... her body was failing and she became a prisoner in her home. She found a way to make that house her world and she loved it. And one more thing was taken away from her..... THANKSGIVING! THANKSGIVING! She was devastated by it. We all were and still are. I know my mother wouldn’t want me to talk about this now but I am. I am angry and I always will be. May Thanksgiving never be a day of thanks for those people! May it be a day of Sorrow! RESPECT RESPECT RESPECT! Would anyone else like to speak now?” Funeral Excerpt from “The Day of Sorrow: Don’s Revenge” by Donald S. Friedman Proud author of The Innocence Garden