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Donna was in an awful plane accident, where her husband had been killed and Donna left a paraplegic when Steve met her. He was playing music up north...a gig in Duval, Washington. She came in...a beautiful blond in a wheelchair, she had just finished rehab in Seattle. They fell in love....but, Donna needed more surgery to help her body move....as Steve waited in the surgery waiting room to hear how that surgery went he began this love song to Donna......'Butterfly, Butterfly, you were meant to touch the sky...Butterfly, Butterfly...Fly Away' He never finished that song, until he met me that is, years later and I was not disabled...so strange. Were Steve, Donna and I connected some how, even then? I wonder.... All three of us WERE meant to touch the sky.'
Steve and I are doing it Donna, for all three of us...OK? Never give up' It's never too late.
We use to phone Alaska, and talk to Donna, a beautiful, caring lady...but, then, no one answered our calls anymore. Later, we heard that Donna died about 2005, and, never gotten out of her wheelchair...she had taken an overdose.
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