Flipflops in the Rain

eighteen: dane.
November 6, 2007, 8:49 pm
Filed under: 24 words, fear and loathing | Tags: , , , , , , ,

eating oreos one day, taken too young the next. nine years ago tomorrow, i learned how tragic life can be. we will always remember.


I still think about Dane, too. (Which is how I stumbled upon this in a google search.)

Comment by Linda

For years, Dane never escaped my mind. And now I find fleeting moments that remind me of that experience and how it changed my life. I too found this via google. It is great to see that his memory goes on in the minds of others as well. I will never forget Dane.

Comment by Garret Lievens

I was 9 years old when I lost my cousin. Its hard to recall my memories because we lived so far apart. I am so glad he is still remembered. Thank you.

Comment by Ellen Rempfer

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