Remembering Danny Brown

It has been a year May 31 that Danny, a very good friend of mine, has been gone. He died from a disease called muscular dystrophy. I miss him very much and it's hard to think that it has been a year already. I miss his calls that were sometimes 3 times a day. He had a great sense of humor and was very honest. I guess the old saying comes in here 'You don't know what you have till it's gone.' We had an awesome relationship. One thing that I loved about Danny was that he never complained about his situation or the fact that he was in a wheelchair. He had a great attitude. He loved to race that wheelchair around the mall, especially if he was mad at you. He was also a great listener. Danny wished that him and I could have been more than friends but he would still patiently listen to me when I was having boy trouble and he would try to give me advise. I can't even imagine what it feels like for his parents and best friends to have him gone because I know what I go through and I sometimes have a hard time trying to deal with it.
The first time we met was at a church meeting in Burley, ID when I was 16. He asked me for a piece of gum. After that we were friends. He was very good for my self-esteem. He used to always tell that I was cute and that I was the cutest girl he knew. I knew he was wrong but it felt good just the same. He also used to sing me a song called ' Paint Me a Birmingham' all the time. He sang to me a lot come to think of it. Although I know that he is in a way better place, I still hurt when I think about him and I miss him very much. I will never forget him.