A MEMORIAL HOMEPAGE

DEDICATED TO OUR SON DANNY

                                                                                             
April 12, 1982 ~ February 24, 1997


 


 

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:
 
 



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.

 


OCEAN WAVES

 

Rolling thunder

Crashing on rocks

White foam

Frothing on shore

Rhythmic sounds

Lulling to sleep

All those

Listening.
 

 

FIREWORKS

A kaleidoscope

of bursting color

Raining sparks

fill the sky

Like volcanoes

erupting

shattering the silence

of night.


STARS

The stars watch

the night's sky

engulfed by

blackness

  waiting for the  sun

to take their place.
 

 




 

* Dan extracted these words from 
original prose by Arthur C.
Clark
and turned them into a poem. 
 

 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 Boston

             


The beach

                 


Science museums

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Watching and playing baseball


            

                


Snow

                  


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If you have comments or suggestions, e-mail us: Anita and David
 

This Page was authored by Anita Triplett (in the summer of 1997), with much help from and many thanks to, Barbara Bryer and Michael Gerber.
Also, I would like to thank my brother, Michael Manove, who generously gave his time, making sure this Memorial
Page was properly posted to the Web. Michael is a wonderful teacher, a mentor to many, as he was to his nephew, Dan,
who shared his uncle's love for computers.
And last, but not least, I attribute my success to my husband, David, who has shown me all the love and support I have
needed, while working feverishly on our son's memorial.


      Theme music taken from one of many computer games Danny dearly loved.
 
 
 
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