Remembering Dan's birthday . . .

Slainte  !

Susan & Maurice

I am so sorry for your loss. Danny was such a good guy.  Even though we didn't actively stay in touch after high shcool, there was a period of time that I ran into him frequently in Carytown. I always enjoyed our chats. Sending love to Fred, Johnna, Bruce and the entire family.

Kathy Robertson

I am so sorry for your loss. Danny was such a good guy.  Even though we didn't actively stay in touch after high shcool, there was a period of time that I ran into him frequently in Carytown. I always enjoyed our chats. Sending love to Fred, Johnna, Bruce and the entire family.

Kathy Robertson

One of Dan's favorite poets was Dylan Thomas.

‘The force that through the green fuse drives the flower’ 

by Dylan Thomas

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower

Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees

Is my destroyer.

And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose

My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

The force that drives the water through the rocks

Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams

Turns mine to wax.

And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins

How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.

The hand that whirls the water in the pool

Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind

Hauls my shroud sail.

And I am dumb to tell the hanging man

How of my clay is made the hangman’s lime.

The lips of time leech to the fountain head;

Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood

Shall calm her sores.

And I am dumb to tell a weather’s wind

How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

And I am dumb to tell the lover’s tomb

How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.