My best friend as a kid was named Danny Jakubowski. Sadly the usage of the past tense is appropriate. I was 19 years old and had just finished my first year of college. Danny was a year younger and had just graduated from high school with high hopes for a bright future when sadly he lost his life in a car accident involving a drunk driver. It took me twenty-five years before I could write the words below, and sometimes the loss is still overwhelming.
Recently I did a Google search on his name, and it made me sad to receive no hits. Now I want to share this with the entire Internet. I begin with a picture of Danny with me at a train museum in Duluth. He is fair haired and I am dark. It was a fun day.
These are the words that took twenty-five years to write. It was another five before I was ready to share.
| Danny | |
| Fragments of me were left behind | |
| Marking the moment when I heard the news | |
| That my journey through life would be without you | |
| And I realized how blessed I had been | |
| Fragments of you were brought forth by me | |
| In my heart’s vain desire of not letting go | |
| But you’re frozen in time like your face on my wall | |
| Unlike family and friends who must carry on | |
| Words on the page where my feelings unfold | |
| Are my mortal attempt at making us whole | |
Danny’s Senior Picture
I would also like to add a link to YouTube video, my brother Danny ~ it’s been 25 years, that was made by Danny’s younger sister Rhonda.