Dan-I was thinking a lot of you today, and how much you cared about me and my daughter. I remember how much I loved it when you said that when you took me on, you also did my daughter and that you didn't mind a bit. It made me feel very loved and cared for, and it was even a little scary, so I tread slowly with going forward, but I still liked it. It is so wonderful that you were so caring like that and wanted the best for us, and others. You cared about so many things that many people overlook. You had some really great qualities. I just wish you didn't hurt the way you did. I think your pain drove you to your death, and I wish I had understood your pain, because I would have been there more for you and more understanding. Now it's too late and I cant do a thing except pray that you're at peace, and that I will find peace as well. I love you Dan.

...oh boy, I met Dan at an Irish pub near my train station, and that was interesting. I loved his blue eyes and long eyelashes, and his nerd factor was cool too. I didn't think I would want to see him again, but I did, and kept going and going. He was an interesting person, and I found myself annoyed constantly by him, and other times, I couldn't wait to see him. We loved many of the same things and were in stages of planning bigger things, like travel to Europe, and possibly moving into a house together. I miss you Dan, and now I can't have fun with you anymore and pick on you with my New York accent. Rest my darling, rest.