Tributes to Dan

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What I remember most
is his laugh.
As a kid, his giggle full and juicy,
prompted by tickles, rude noises
and dog licks.
Later, it was mischief
made him chuckle wryly:
the joke’s on you!
It was always gentle slapstick,
nudging you to see
his appreciation, your need to lighten up,
share a moment of pure joy.

He loved corny country music,
cheesy musicals,
birthday cake with ice cream, a good turkey dinner,
dancing the night away with friends.

No stranger to pain, he endured,
a sort of zen acceptance,
innate knowledge that this, too,
would change.
So he stayed
in each moment,
savouring the tickles,
the trips, the ice cream and licks
that life dealt,
sharing appreciation for those he loved,
who loved him back,
his smiles and few, but thoughtful, words.

My brother was a comedian,
a dancer,
and a collector of stuffed animals,
a teacher of simple truths,
eater of marshmallows
and watcher of endless musicals.
He was different only
in ways that made him special,
just a regular guy —
and because of that,

~ K

Memories of Dan

Dan was already on the scene when I arrived, so I grew up thinking every family had a Dan. He was a mischief maker, and I learned a trick or two from him. We had an ongoing ninja stealth battle of raiding each other’s closests for the choicest toys, but he often won as he marked them with a good deal of snot, thereby rendering them his forever by his grossed-out sister.

As we grew up Dan found his own set of friends and community, and I remember him being a party animal who loved to dance. I recall going to an event with him at Michener Centre and he was the Travolta of the dance floor, long after we were all tuckered out. I also went with him and my folks to Kananaskis, where he got a real kick out of me walking into a tree as we went hiking.

I saw him less as we became adults, as I went off to other cities for studies and got married to my charming husband from Singapore, where we’ve lived since ’95. I got frequent reports of his doings from the folks however, and found that he had a huge social network and seemed to make friends wherever he went.

We’re really grateful for the support he has had, with his health challenges as he got older, and know he lived his best life, taking joy in little things as he always did.

Good journey, big bro, and keep dancin’

~ RB

Om Shanti