There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of him. I see him in every big rig on the road. I hear him every time the phone rings. I feel him around me when I watch the sun rise. I can almost touch him when I am at the family cabin.
Today is his birthday. I remember him not just with my mind but deep in my soul. I will call his best friend and we will sing “Happy Birthday” to him. It is his day. Today he is King again.
Happy Birthday, Dan!!
I remember Dan from when we were kids and he used to come visit his cousin David Reardon in Sacramento, who was my closest neighborhood friend. We were all about the same age, so we hung out and did teenager stuff. Dan was a fun guy.