Tomorrow is the second anniversary and I still can’t believe you are gone. But as long as there are people who love and remember you I guess you aren’t really gone. Also I believe your soul remains with us every single day.
One of the memories that remains is the party at the Whites. You were in grade school — I think it was 3rd or 4th grade — and the class was invited to the Whites for an afternoon party.
You were, as always, the center of attention, telling stories and cracking jokes. At one point you threw your head back as you laughed. That’s when you cracked your head against the stone wall behind you.
So the party ended with you making a trip to the emergency room for stitches. It also gave the class clown/most popular kid a few more stories in his repetoire. That’s my brother!
I love you Dan.