When I was young I had a cousin. His name was Danny and his freckly smile made me laugh every time I saw him. Danny was my childhood playmate. As the years went by we drifted and when I heard that he had left a note on my grandmothers door I would day dream about calling him and becoming closer to him. Danny killed himself one summer not too long ago. His older brother is deaf and he took advantage of it to sit in the garage of his brothers house with the car on until he suffocated. At the memorial service I met his fiancee. And his little boy, Danny Jr. His mother did not attend. On my last summer vacation I was struck with the realization that my cousin had gone to my high school. A perfect project for my senior year. Finding Danny. Whoever reads this blog will have the pleasure of meeting Danny, and meeting me.
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