Daniel,
As I sit here to write the first post on your memorial blog, I'm at a loss for words . I have so many mixed emotions about what has happened. I still haven't come to terms with the reality of what has happened...and acceptance seems so far away. It feels like you are still just 2 hours away and I'm waiting for a late night phone call to tell me you're coming down to visit. Without fail, every time you came down it was a week day due to your work schedule. You would have to beg me to stay up past 9pm to hang out since I've turned into what you called.......an old lady. I am so thankful for your last visit, you actually came down on a Saturday night and we stayed out until 3 in the morning. We all had so much fun that night and I'm so thankful you got to meet more of my friends. What I'm even more thankful for is the last conversation we had on your birthday. You sounded so happy and were having such a great time, in a place you loved to visit. We talked about when you got back you were going to come down and we would celebrate our birthdays together. And before we hung up the phone we both said "I love you". I was looking forward to that next visit. Now when I think of our next visit I can only imagine what it will be like. Until then.......I will carry your spirit with me always and will never forget all of our great memories. I love you!!!
Jennifer
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Daniel,
Although I have the world’s WORST memory ever, as you know, I have many outstanding, unforgettable memories of you that I cherish each day. One – mad wrestling in the basement of our house in Tigard. In fact, I remember in DETAIL what it felt like to have the shit squeezed out of me….literally. :)
I also remember taking you to the City Nightclub when you were 16 or so. You were always up to try something new, which I love, so I dressed you up in hot “going-out” attire (white t-shirt, jeans, black chunky shoes) and off we went. You instantly found your groove and were a natural out there on the dance floor that night……
I also will cherish our memories of riding horses out at Aunt Sue’s house. You and I were afraid of very little, and Aunt Sue was never too far behind, muttering under her breath…. “Goddamn it, Daniel.”
Another memory that stands out is when I randomly called you in Seattle last spring to see if I could stop by to say hi, maybe go out for a drink or something. You were insistent that I come to your work immediately, which I did. When you got off work, we went back to your place to get ready for a night out on the town. You made me try on several of your outfits, trying to find that perfect going out outfit (roles were reversed, eh?) You made me feel like I was a star, calling your friends, trying to make something happen because "my cousin Kelly is here from out of town and we have to take her out!” I discovered later that you actually had plans to make a special dinner that night, something you had been looking forward to, and without a moment’s hesitation, you put those plans on the back burner because you had family in town. That, Daniel, was such an amazing quality you had. I am trying to learn from this strength of yours, embody it, make it my own. Family comes first. Always. In return, you have a family that adores you. Respects you. Loves you. And definitely misses you.
When I see that sun breaking through those dark clouds, sending a brilliant spotlight down to the earth, I see you. That brings a great smile to my face, knowing you are warm, safe, and content, but loved as hell down here on earth, as well. Take care, cuz, and we’ll see you soon.
Love you,
Kell
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