A MEMORIAL
HOMEPAGE
DEDICATED TO OUR SON DANNY
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Some thoughts about our son:
Dan was always his own person. He loved and felt feelings deeply. He fought desperately for his own space, for his own path, for his own ways of being. Yet he didn't want to be special or different. Dan just wanted to feel like he fit in with his peers, his friends, his family. He was tenderhearted, loving, and kind. He was highly intelligent and imaginative. Danny touched many people's lives and they loved him. They valued his friendship, his thoughts and creativity. The tragedy was he couldn't accept himself. Whatever foibles or imperfections he perceived in himself, he found ultimately intolerable, and sought his freedom in not being.
We'll love and miss you forever, our son.
DAN WAS A POET :
He
wrote the following poems
when he was twelve:
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THE CAT The cat, black as night moves silently, silently through the streets. The cat is the shadow moving in the night. It swallows all sounds and all movements except its own.
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Rolling thunder Crashing on rocks White foam Frothing on shore Rhythmic sounds Lulling to sleep All those Listening.
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FIREWORKS A kaleidoscope of bursting color Raining sparks fill the sky Like volcanoes erupting shattering the silence of night. |
The stars watch the night's sky engulfed by blackness waiting for the sun to take their place.
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Dan extracted these words from Maelstrom
II The long shadows
of the lunar dawn Were daggers of
darkness, Stabbing toward
the night. The steeply
slanting sunlight Exaggerated
every rise in the ground Making the
smallest hills Appear to be
mountains. |
OUR FAVORITE DANNY POEM:
I KNOW I GO TO THE MALL
I know I go to the mall.
I see the crowds of people busily shopping in the nearby stores.
I see the Santa with little kids on his lap during the holidays.
I see all the greasy junk food people are holding as they walk around.
I know I go to the mall.
I hear the cold rushing sounds from the fountain.
I hear the giggles of joy from the little kids as they hold their new toys.
I hear the rhythmic popping of the popcorn in the nearby vending machine.
I know I go to the mall.
I feel the cool black railing on the escalator as I go up.
I feel my crisp dollar bills as I give it to the checker.
I feel my cold frosty beverage in my hand.
I know I go to the mall.
I smell the perfume circulating in the main hall.
I smell the hot food in the restaurants.
I smell the gagging aroma of secondary smoke.
I know I go to the mall.
WHAT MADE DAN HAPPY:
His friends
Computers and computer games
Playing chess
His family
His cat, Pebbles
Visiting Uncle
Michael in
The beach
Science museums
CLICK ON MUSEUM IMAGES
Watching and
playing baseball
Snow
Dearly Memorial view Danny and a poem in tribute
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If you have comments or
suggestions, e-mail us: Anita and
David
It Means So Much :) Thank you.
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