I played JV Soccer with Danny at New Rochelle High, I was the Captain and he was the Co-Captain, I had JUST entered the U.S from Haiti, so my English wasn't very good, Danny and I clicked almost instantly, I can still hear him saying to me "Pierre, what are you going to do? PASS LA BALLE" reminding me it was a team sport and I needed to pass.One of the most awesome person I ever had the honor to call my friend. We also played intramural together at City park, and Danny convinced his dad to pick me up every Saturday for games, (His dad is very funny as well) Even with that inhaler, Danny was the hardest worker I knew on the field, during games, scrimmage, or practice. We lost touch after I joined the Navy, When I got back to the states in 2006 I called the house number which I memorized (Still know it till this day) and we reconnected, we talked regularly for a while until I was deployed again, when I got back stated side, we talked and he planned to link up with me since he was going to be in FL, I missed the opportunity because of training. Last time we talked was in October of 2008, I told him I was out of the military and was moving back to NY the following month, he called me a week later and asked me if I was still coming, I told him yes I would call as soon as I make it to NY. Unfortunately, when I called, his dad picked up, and told me he passed 2 days prior. There would never be enough words or time to describe how painful that phone call was to me, I miss my dear friend, I regret that I didn't get a chance to hang out with him one more time. I miss you Brother.
Still sorely missed every day... RIP Daniel.
What happened to Dan? He was one of my resident advisors in a summer program at Brandeis for high school kids in 2002. I was just reading over the program's month-book to find his info so I could search him on google hoping to get in touch again. I didn't get to hang out with him until the last week because he was in charge of another group of kids. I remember that day like it was yesterday, I'll never forget it. It's one of my best memories. I was just taking a stroll with a friend and another advisor in our dorm. I told them I was heavily into hip hop and they introduced me to Dan. He was in his dorm room working on the computer and he invited me in to show me this music program called Reason, which at that time I never heard of(1 decade later and I'm actually using this program almost every day now). He played a hip hop beat that he made and I was really impressed so he put it on a CD for me(which I still keep in my cd collection). I told him I liked to rap and so he invited me back to record vocals over it later that night. I was so inexperienced and my voice is very monotone, it took me the whole night to finish it. He passed out in his room hours before I was done because I sounded horrible, I had to sneak out the room at dusk! It was really cool of him to let me continue even though he needed to be up early. The next night he was DJ'ing at the final student dance, at some point he played our record and I was blown away by it. I didn't expect him to spin it at the actual party it was crazy. I regret not telling him I was actually a better composer than a vocalist because I have been composing since very young, but on electronic keyboards only. I'm angry I wasn't smarter, I think I was intimidated by the looks of the Reason program and I was just young and dumb. I didn't realize the opportunity at that time and the bond we could've formed which saddens and angers me. I will never forget those days. Please contact me.
I was very sad to learn of Dan's passing. Though I had fallen out of touch with him after 2005, we became close while working together in Boston. Dan was a singular guy; witty, charming, incredibly enterprising. He was enthusiastic about so many things: music, business, innovation. I was always struck by his fearlessness when it came to ideas. I remember in 2003 his idea to buy buses and shuttle New England sports fans to and from games. It seemed as though he saw all challenges as a simple matter of logistics. Anything seemed achievable in his mind. He was a kind, warm, incredibly intelligent and charismatic guy. Thankfully, as I'm sure is the case for many, I have many great memories of time spent with Dan. I'm so sorry Mr. and Mrs. Guarda, and Dan's sister, about whom he spoke so sweetly.
I came across your tribute to a beautiful young man. I cry, because I feel the loss of never having known him. Cherish his memories and always share them with others. I honor your loss and take from this a spark of "what if." May your family NEVER forget you Dan.
I know your pain,I lost my beautiful daughter March 2006 .I run a child loss website and forum [free of cost] For more support please visit www.mychildlossgrief.org/ Again I am so sorry.Your son is beautiful Louise Lagerman
A year ago, when someone very close to me passed away, I found this poem: "I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Then some one at my side says: 'There, she is gone!' 'Gone where?' Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when some one at my side says: 'There, she is gone!' there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: 'Here she comes!' And that is dying." By Henry Van Dyke
La mort n'est rien, je suis simplement passé dans la pièce à côté. Je suis moi, vous êtes vous, Ce que nous étions les uns pour les autres, nous le sommes toujours. Donnez-moi le nom que vous m'avez toujours donné, Parlez-moi comme vous l'avez toujours fait, N'employez pas un ton solennel ou triste, Continuez à rire de ce qui nous a fait rire ensemble, Priez, souriez, pensez à moi, Que mon nom soit prononcé comme il l'a toujours été, Sans emphase d'aucune sorte, sans trace d'ombre. La vie signifie ce que elle a toujours signifié. Elle est ce qu'elle a toujours été. Le fil n'est pas coupé, Simplement parce que je suis hors de votre vue. Je vous attends, je ne suis pas loin, Juste de l'autre côté du chemin. Vous voyez - tout est bien. Charles Péguy, a french poet
Dan had a true character. Very laid back. Talented DJ. I remember him promoting the Get Sprung event for MIT Spring Weekend in 2004.
Dan and I were in the same major at MIT, he was always such a great guy and really genuine. I was always glad to run into him, a really good person.
I knew Dan from MIT...after I met, I thought to myself, what a cool, chill ass bro. He DJ'ed...tight. He spoke a couple of languages...wow. "What, do you juggle too?" Actually, Dan taught me to juggle "Mills Mess" while in Paris. Random to anyone and a memory that anyone might forget. I remember it though. It doesn't grasp all that was this down to earth, clever, funny brother, but I imagine few things do. I am glad I knew him, and I am sorry to hear of his passing.