- 28 years old
- Date of birth: May 20, 1986
- Date of passing: Dec 23, 2014
|Let the memory of Dana be with us forever|
"Dana a poem by Bonnie Law. At my house he was shy, almost reticent, guitar in hand, a few poems he read reluctantly at my insistence, but he played his guitar and sang with his own kind of ease, as though playing and singing were his relaxed way of conversing. His delicate chiseled features and soft brown mop of right curls reminded me of a boy who played jazz piano at a center near my home, when I was thirteen. When I first heard the word protegee. Dana reminded,me of him. We met like that, now and then briefly, a short sharing of music and poetry, talked about the intricacies of life.and a girlfriend he once loved. That Autumn, he gathered his old Lagos to give to my five year old grandson, shyly smiled as he lifted the box from his car trunk and spoke fondly of his own childhood memories playing and building with them. I wish I understood then, how the earth beneath his feet was imperceptibly shifting, how it would eventually crumble and give way. That an unspeakable grief would overcome Those of us who sensed his suffering, were just not enough of whatever he needed to save himself."
"Poem for Dana.I loved you so much. Now i'm alone and forever out of touch. With anything but a pain so deep.All I want to do is weep.The loss loss of my boy who only made me feel joy. You must have felt so alone. It's unbearable for me to think. I wish that I had known in time. And you could have still been mine on earth. My heart aches every day for how you went away. All I can do is pray I'm close to you again someday."
"How is it that we never completely comprehend our love for someone until they're gone? Nothing can be truly replicated. Not a love. Not a jewel. Not a single line. Quote by Patty Smith"
"Happy 30th birthday Dana. Your second birthday in heaven. We love and miss you always. Mom"
"I knew how much I loved him. The first time the nurse brought him to me in the hospital. He smiled as he looked up at me. I was proud to be his mother. Dana was an adorable baby and child. He grew into a handsome young man. He was very sensitive to
to the world around him. He played baseball all through school. He had Avery good sense of humor. One thing he did was stuff paper towels in someone's shoes. Just to see your reaction. Dana also was very intelligent. And read intense literature. He developed a love for music. He understood its evolution. He taught to himself to play guitar. And played it well. He is missed so much, the feeling can't be described in words. God saw that Dana was tired and took him home. Dana's absence has forever changed our lives. See you in heaven son."
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