Luke Ward
Dale was just like having a Grandpa again after both of my own Grandpas passed away. We shared so many lunches at the bar after church a few years back. I would bombard him with my absurd writing ideas for what seemed like hours on end, and in Dale’s infinitely good-natured way, he would laugh earnestly right along. No one could be easier to get along with; no one more consistently cheered you up just to chat with for a while. It was a privilege to know him to say the least.