I miss Dag.

[sistawendy]

It's on nights like this, when I have nothing planned, that I used to hit dagard up and see if he was up for drinks or eetz on Broadway. At least as often as not, he was. I'd regale him with tales about my dating or my son. He was full of advice that I usually felt free to disregard.

God damn it, man. You were more than six years younger than I am, for fuck's sake.

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[eeyorerin]

He did so love to give me advice. Parenting advice, especially.

But he was also so proud of a kid he'd never met.

Did you see he was an eagle scout? EAGLE SCOUT.

[sistawendy.livejournal.com]

Yeah, he told me a long time ago. He should get a merit badge for being the least likely Eagle Scout ever. I can't help but wonder how much we know about him that his parents don't.

[eeyorerin]

I've been trying to think about how best to write to them with my condolences.

[randomdreams.livejournal.com]

I've been thinking about him a bunch. I don't know if I already told you this. A mutual MOO friend, with whom Dag used to hang out/correspond, and I were talking about him, and my friend mentioned he still has a bumper sticker on his car that Dag sent him: "THERE ARE NO ILLUMINATI. (this sticker printed by the illuminati)"

[maribou]

<3

[alton-lust.livejournal.com]

:(

[parityanimal.livejournal.com]

:(

[bork.livejournal.com]

Hugs.

[bork.livejournal.com]

Hugs.

[loree.livejournal.com]

I keep bouncing back and forth between survivors' guilt and being so goddamned mad at him. I never wanted to be the messenger of death.

[sistawendy.livejournal.com]

Did the medical examiner tell you anything about how he died? I hate to poke at you, but I have no one else to poke. It matters to me.