Dale and I used to speak regularly many years back. Starting during 2004, when I was first trying to gain footing after the Marine Corps. We talked a lot about my dreams of being a fed, and then sadly we lost touch after I returned from Iraq as a DoD contractor at the end of 2006. My grandmother Sandy Fletcher sent me the obituary, knowing I would want to know. What she didn't know is that Dale was just on my heart and mind last week.
I am really sorry I didn't get to say goodbye. I hope I may see him again when it comes time for me to join Jesus in eternity. Sorry too, very sorry, for the years lost when we fell out of touch.
He was such a kind man, and so much a part of helping to keep me from completely falling to pieces those years back. I loved him, and always will.
Sincerely,
Kent D. Fletcher
grandson of Michael Stephen Fletcher, I
son of Michael Stephen Fletcher, II