tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71475893949731433972024-02-07T17:05:56.513-08:00Lala LandA look into my beautiful disaster I call life. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234854629142280830noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147589394973143397.post-77762416426873195272014-04-28T17:25:00.000-07:002015-06-24T22:05:38.522-07:00Week 52The last time I posted was 2 months ago today. I have been fighting all day with how I feel about Danes anniversary coming up so when I accidentally logged on and I saw February 28th as the last date I posted, I realized just how badly I needed to write. I got my computer and came on the porch to listen to the waves and watch the sunset and realized it was high tide. I feel like I am high tide. Right on the brink of spewing over and all of these emotions and tears coming out. I have been neglecting this calm place to express my feelings. It feels so good when a blog is complete and published. Its like hitting a refresh button and coming back to life. Everything gets left here and on I go.<br />
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I have been dreading this week since the very beginning. When I finally came to.. about a week after he passed.. I remember thinking about anniversaries to come. I remember week one and thinking how painful it was, how will I make it to month one, year one etc. Over these past couple of months I havent been thinking about how many days its been, Thursdays werent spent going thru the motions of that Thursday morning he passed and it was nice to regain focus on life. I had guilt free happy thoughts and the occasional memory wasnt like a shooting pain through my heart. I was wondering what it felt like to not be numb again and I felt it! I carried Dane in my heart but he no longer effected my every move until this morning. <br />
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My goodness, it was instantaneous. I woke up at 8:16 am and a swelling lump in my throat was there to greet me and has been growing as the day goes on. History is repeating itself. Our landlord and his buddies are back in town across the street, grilling, drinking, playing on the beach and asking me how I am in <i>that</i> way. Last year Dane was having drinks with them and mingling. Guy stuff. Im preparing for exams in the same spot as last year. Im just so sad that its been a year without him, happy to have our memories still, shocked that I have another boyfriend, overwhelmed with how far Ive come, Im proud that I stayed true to myself and done everything the way I wanted regardless of outside opinions, I cant explain. Right as I type that the beach band started up across the street that we danced to the night before he passed away and I cant even see to type with the tears. I keep thinking of the exact things we were doing at the exact times this year like a maniac but maybe thats my way of healing and grieving. I guess the only thing I wanted from this post was just that. Just a good cry. I have lost touch with all of these feelings that now they are too much at once. I need this blog just like I need sleep or food, maybe I always will, who knows. It just feels safe to get it all out in this spot and I dont need to keep forgetting that.<br />
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My Birthday, 11/30/13- I am 26! Whoa. My friends came to my work and rang it in with me at midnight on Friday, which was super special. A few days before I picked out my birthday dress and my girlfriend bought it for me which was so sweet and memorable to me. Dane bought my dress last year and it just <i>felt good</i>. The next night (my actual birthday) we went to dinner and I was quite upset. A bunch of friends of mine and Danes said they were coming.. months, weeks before.. and didnt show. I started thinking, I really am nothing without him. Im not the exciting, funny, girlfriend of their friend that they have to put up with anymore. They have a choice now and decided I suck without him. Some wandered in towards the end of the night but the significance was lost by then. I was thankful that the people who could make it did, but I also felt like this was important to be at.. And bring on the liquor.. I was in tears talking to strangers by 1am. Pity me. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Danes Birthday, 12/24/13- This was what I thought would be my top 3 worst moments of my life.. For all of his friends and family.. #1 being him passing #2 being seeing him at the viewing for the last time. Surprisingly, his birthday was enjoyable. We had a few friends meet at Backyard (a bar down our street) and at midnight we all sang happy birthday :) I love ringing in birthdays at midnight if you havent noticed, LOVE it. We had his favorite red velvet cupcakes complete with the expensive 2 and 8 candles haha. Just kiddingggg. Anything for my babe. A lot of funny pictures of him were around the table and the candles were lighting them so beautifully. Everyone insisted I blow out the candles. Ill never forget how full I felt at that moment. Dane always gave me the smallest gestures to make me feel appreciated. I felt like he was there encouraging them to allow me to do that. They yelled at me for being crazy and threatened to not be friends with me because I tried to decline. It was an honorable thing for me. He was all around that night. He never wanted anything for his birthday since it was also Christmas Eve. He always asked to just be with people he loved whether it be friends, my family or whoever. Dane was so thankful for everything you did for him, even if I just got him a towel out of the towel closet while he was in the shower and was yelling for one, always, always so thankful. His birthday was perfect because everyone he loved and who loved him was right there paying their respects. Afterwards we had a few shots and everyone was safe in the bed by 2. It was so nice and intimate. I sat up until 7am just looking off of our balcony. This time last year we had a beautiful suite at Marina Inn at Grand Dunes. We sat on the porch overlooking a gorgeous marina and pool and talked for hours about what we wanted out of 2013. This year I sat on our bedroom balcony and just stared into a black sky. The only thing I remember is it being so cold that I couldnt move. I was out there for hours and it still didnt seem like enough. </div>
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After Danes viewing I sent the picture frames I made home with a friend and all of his clothes vacuum sealed to another friends house. I kept his last shirt he wore with me, along with his favorite sweatshirt and I sleep with them. His basketball shorts, countless newspaper ads with him obituary in it, his razor, his tooth brush, I have that all packed nicely in my closet. </div>
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Every Thursday my alarm goes off at 1145am to get ready for school. (I know this is considerably late to be setting an alarm but remember I often work until 3am) Then it begins. Its the weekly anniversary of Dane leaving this Earth. I sit in bed or rush to get as much done before returning to bed at 1219. The exact time I made that 911 call. I dont make a sound, I just look at his side of the bed (by this time Ive moved over to my old spot in the bed and out of his where I now reside) Ill wait just replaying that morning in my head, eventually making my way out of the bed and onto the floor where I drug him off the bed to try CPR. This usually lasts about 10 minutes. Just reflecting. Its not sad anymore. In a weird way I feel like this is my time to pay my respects to him as if I was at his grave, but there is no grave, so this is sufficient. To let him know I dont ever forget him no matter how crazy busy I have gotten. I used to talk to him on the porch every night but those visits dont happen as often as now I have actually gotten back to sleeping at night. I dont just stay up and drive myself nuts anymore, thank goodness. Well not as often! </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234854629142280830noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147589394973143397.post-47937421441982934252013-11-12T00:01:00.002-08:002013-11-12T00:05:26.423-08:00Still kickin!Alright.. Im back! For good! I keep losing my email or password to login since Google wouldnt accept my normal "go-to"s but I have a new computer and its locked in for-ev-er! Ive really missed blogging. So much has happened that I wish I had documented but oh well, I guess this is a fresh start.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234854629142280830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147589394973143397.post-56405052023333999892013-09-18T22:24:00.000-07:002013-09-18T22:24:40.921-07:00Disclaimer: Im 4 mimosas deepWhewwww, Its been a WHILE since Ive blogged. Im not sure if Im any good at it (seeing as how my last post was 2 months ago, Im going with no!) but it really helps me get it out and I can breathe again. It may suck but honestly, I do not care what you think. This is my happy place. <br />
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1. Im back in mine and Danes house!!! I couldn't be happier. This is my home I shared with him and the memories are amazing. Not going to lie, I roll over looking for him and go into hysterics when I realize hes gone. But the amazing thing is, hes absolutely not gone. He is here. Its just those few seconds I am thrown into shock and wondering if I can get out of bed and cook my own ramen noodles without his help. :) <br />
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2. I have realized there are really SHITTY people in this world. Thankfully, they aren't anywhere by me! I have cut out the bullshit. If you arent a positive impact on me, get lost! I am so blessed to have my support system. They freaking ROCK! Friends I never considered sticking around or coming back into my life are there pushing me forward. They are angels. No need to name drop, reading this they know who they are, near and far. I have literally had a house maid everyday, loving me by giving me everything they can to see me happy. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234854629142280830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147589394973143397.post-86848291489606516292013-07-25T19:05:00.000-07:002013-07-25T19:07:28.144-07:00Lord help me forgive this person.. and keep me out of jail. I love looking at Danes facebook. It makes me smile seeing his statuses, comments, pictures.. everything. Id look back all the way to when he started his page and just read and it made my heart feel like it was fluttering. I was so happy. It was my most favorite thing to do, ever. I love seeing others comments and pictures. I loved posting things feeling like he was in heaven checking his Facebook and reading it. I know I can talk directly to him, but it was just something little I enjoyed.<br />
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I log on today to get my daily dose of Dane-ism and nothing came up for him. My heart sunk. At first I thought it was someone being ugly, they got his password and blocked me. I immediately start texting like a mad woman! Turns out no one can see it. Its gone. Deleted. Everything.<br />
I am physically sick at this point. It is one thing to lose someone, not have a say in their funeral arrangements, get treated like crap by certain family members, like I was the one who killed him basically. I mean this has been a living hell. I dont know who would take this from us, but I have a pretty good idea because it would take a mentally ill person to do such a thing. It is disgusting!! We are all grieving and I'm sure Im not the only one who looked at his page just to get a smile and feel like he was still with us. To take it amongst yourself and be so selfish to do that, even if it hurts your feelings to see it, I hope satan has a seat reserved for you in hell.<br />
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Blogging is extremely addictive! I feel like this is similar to the high you would get from meth. And something else thats addictive.. <b><i>TATTOOS! </i></b></div>
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Back to my new idea. I have no idea where to put that big ass quote! I dont want it across my back. If Im going to get this I want to see it this time. I would like to have it somewhere I can hide it if I get a big girl job. So, that limits me to my ribs or I really think it'd be cute inside my bicep. When I consider my bicep all that comes to mind is if I get fat or old and have bingo arms it will not be so cute! Dane always wanted to get his late father's face on his ribs so Im drawn to that area.. however, Ive always thought it was a trashy spot on girls. Sorry to offend any of y'all! :x </div>
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I was thinking of getting a semi colon ( ; ) for Dane. I thought this one through for a long time! You put a semicolon where a sentence could end, but it continues. Like Danes life: although it was taken so suddenly he will live on forever in our hearts. Brilliant huh? Well while packing I ran across some cards and letters Dane wrote and found something even better. I AM settled on getting this SOMEWHERE on my body. Thats about all I have settled on. Probably at the same time I get the other, go big or go home. </div>
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"Until next time" from one of his letters to his dad. Along with..<br />
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From a card when he messed up and did something probably very small that I threw a fit over. (notice the word considerate, hahaha. poor guy deserves an award.) I want those. Together. I dont know where, but in his handwriting. My feet are most definately OUT OF QUESTION. No one is touching my feet and I will touch no one else's feet. Except babies. They have cute widdle feet. </div>
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Dane and Butler</div>
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That laugh <3<br />
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Cruisin 2012<br />
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Relaxing in Grand Caymen<br />
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Swimmin with the fishies in Miami. Scared to death!<br />
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Dane and a very small portion of his friends, Vinny, Ashton and Raj<br />
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Dylan, Dane, Corey and Vinny<br />
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The most handsome ..<br />
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Annaleigh and Dane. Sweetness.<br />
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Our "fam".<br />
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My sister and Dane. My bffs<br />
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Pretty as a princess<br />
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2nd Avenue pier<br />
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Dane and I with Erin and Butler<br />
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My 24th, 2011<br />
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Cruisin 2012<br />
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Comedy Cabana<br />
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Bush 2011<br />
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His 26th, 2011<br />
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Dane and Chase who is now a Marine. He is so proud.<br />
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Erin and my special boy<br />
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Dane, his late father and his sister<br />
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Drake in Columbia. Club Paradise Tour 2012<br />
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Cruisin 2012<br />
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and again, before dinner<br />
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I wish I had a video of him getting into that wet suit ;)<br />
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Morning beach walk with mimosas<br />
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Easter 2011<br />
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Miami Seaquarium<br />
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Closing down at my work with me.<br />
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Erins Birthday 2012<br />
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Wheels up. Next stop Miami!<br />
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Weezer, Dane and Gage.<br />
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Our first anniversary at Barons<br />
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My favorite picture of our last morning walk on the beach before he left us<br />
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Thumbs up!<br />
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My most favorite picture of him<br />
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and again.<br />
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King Kitty and Dane doing what they do best.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234854629142280830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7147589394973143397.post-5385717919053904822013-07-22T15:14:00.002-07:002013-07-22T15:14:44.198-07:00Life throws you curves, but you learn to swerve..First of all, Ive <b>never</b> blogged, this may suck. I have no idea what Im doing or how to set this up but I have a strong urge to write so here it goes..<br />
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I hope everyone reading this knows me, if not here is a small bio before I start dishing my dirt online. Im a 25 year old nursing student in Myrtle Beach. I have 2 brother kitties who are my life. I am a sister, aunt to 3 sweet babies, friend, enemy and human. I have recently lost my boyfriend and best friend suddenly and this is my therapy, getting it all out and writing it down. Mostly because it helps emotionally, more importantly, I don't ever want to forget this tough time of my life and how I made it through. <br />
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I know everyone wants the story and has heard so many screwed versions so Im going to take this first blog to tell you all the truth. <br />
Rewind to 1999 when I moved here from Charleston, SC. I was in 6th grade and my late boyfriend was in 8th. We hung in the same group but he was so shy and I was new so, we didn't speak often but we carpooled with my sister and another set of siblings to and from school. In April 2011 Dane and I started seeing a lot more of each other and hanging out almost every day. I would love to say it was love at first sight because when we reconnected it was an instant feeling of "you-will-be-mine" on both ends, but it wasn't like in the movies, no fireworks and all that jazz. We connected on such a deep, personal level it was scary. In May that same year I bought a car from a mutual good friend who had recently moved to New York and I needed someone to come with me to fly there and drive it 19 hours back. It would have to be Dane! He was the most entertaining, hilarious, fly by the seat of his pants person and I knew he wouldnt decline, and he didnt! So we stayed at my house, woke up at 6am and were on a plane, drunk, sharing headphones listening to gangster rap by 9am. It was a blast. I consider this our "first vacation" and it was so FUN! We stayed with our friend and his girlfriend who were nothing short of the best hosts. We went to all the local dive bars, Lake George, laughed and laughed. On our way home for those 19 hours the conversation didnt stop between Dane and I. I mean it was non-stop for the entire trip. We talked about family, relationships, future plans, friends, school, old memories.. everything. THAT was the moment I knew I found my other half. The best 19 hours of my life. Driving, laughing, talking, dancing, laughing again, singing, nothing but he and I and the long, long road that is I-95.<br />
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Once we got back to Myrtle Beach we grabbed some of Dane's clothes and he was moved in by the end of the week and we were "official". Those 2 years were so amazingly beautiful. Even in the arguments it was still so beautiful. When times got tough or we were screaming at each other for no reason, I look back now and think how lucky I was to have someone so passionate. It was a relationship so deep I cant even put it into words. We both dont have a very tight extended family so we celebrated every holiday together and formed our own little "unit" with new traditions and celebrations that we shared with one another that I will never forget.<br />
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So fast forward and here we are in 2013. We recently moved and Dane and I were having issues with finances and blah blah blah. Its winter in Myrtle Beach and you really have to plan ahead for this crap, which we didnt. Tempers were flaring and we needed some time apart (as you can imagine! we had been living together since day one.) I took a girls trip to ATL on April 21st to see Rihanna and then the following week I was in a wedding so it was perfect timing. So I thought. I got home on the 29th and everything was magical and perfect again. Then my entire life was turned upside down by its ankles and shaken. Heres where we will clarify some rumors. I came home from school and had just rocked my exam and finished my semester with As and Bs. Dane had been out that day so we decided to meet at the beach bar in front of our house and celebrate, he was more excited than I was! He was picking me up and spinning me around and telling everyone how proud he was. I was so embarrassed but I was so blessed with such a caring individual in my life at the same time. <br />
<i>(And cue the tears)</i><br />
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We had some drinks here and there and went home. Dane went back out and I decided to stay in and pass out. When he got home I woke up for a few then he came and got in bed and we were out like lights. I woke up the next morning and got something to drink and turned on the Jodi Arias trial. When I crawled back into bed something didnt feel right. Thats when I saw his face and just a bit of blue around the inside of his lips. I felt his mouth and nose area and nothing. Watched for rising of his chest, nothing. This wasnt happening. I went into shock I guess, I dont know the term but I had the common sense of a 3 year old child and it was a complete out of body experience. I called my sister for some strange reason and she was frantically yelling "Call 911". I was so confused and in denial I could barely dial the numbers. I got trained in CPR the month prior and everything went out the window once I got him out of bed and onto the floor. As the operator was walking me through the steps I just kept screaming at him to wake up thinking he was going to and wonder why the heck I was yelling at him. But again, nothing. When the police and EMS arrived they made me leave the house and I just wandered the parking lot aimlessly waiting for him to come down the stairs and say he was ok. Well, the next time I saw him he was coming down the stairs, in a bag. I was so shocked I didnt feel anything. I mean <b>NOTHING</b>. I was a shell standing there with his friend Raj and we just watched as they put him in a van and pulled off. The EMS assured us his heart had stopped and there was absolutely nothing we could do or anything they could have done. We just wanted to get in the van and go with him. This was not the end. It was a complete nightmare or mistake.<br />
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The following days were a blur. Friends were in and out, family was helping all they could but I could do nothing but lay in his spot in the bed and yell for everyone not to touch anything. I just couldnt believe this was my life, his life. If you knew Dane you absolutely loved him. He was so positive even in the worst circumstances. And HILARIOUS! He was a chameleon, he could talk to anyone, relate to anyone and make anyone laugh until you thought you may throw up. This man had the world wrapped around his finger. He could make friends with strangers and was always such a gentleman.<br />
I have never lost anyone like this. Sure Ive had people pass away but this was my partner, my co pilot in life, my every thought was about him and still is. I lost my best friend and someone I had made so many plans with.<br />
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I wouldnt wish the thoughts and feelings I had on anyone. I have had every thought and feeling run through my body that you can imagine: sadness, loneliness, fear, depression, guilt, denial, and unfortunately suicide, although that would never even be a possibility, I just want to be with him and see his face and hold him again. Its been a roller coaster. His friends came over and we picked out his outfit for his viewing all in tears. We had to have him go out in his favorite Polo and jeans and of course his Jordans. Undergarments were all Polo of course. He would be so proud. But that feeling driving to the funeral home to take your boyfriends last outfit to him. Complete trauma. That should never happen to anyone. The viewing was filled to the max with friends old and new, all going from laughing to crying in a split second. It was beautiful and perfect, but it shouldnt have happened.<br />
The following 2 months to present time Ive really been going through every emotion. We knew we had to move out of our condo for July prior to this tragedy for repairs and blah blah but I never pictured doing it alone. I didnt want any one in there. I didnt want anyone touching our stuff, our light switches, our handles to stuff. I was a mess! Going to bed crying only to wake up and look over and begin crying again. I didnt know how Id ever leave that place we called home, I felt like Id lose him all over again. But thankfully I had a great friend put me up for the month and I get to go back a week earlier than planned!<br />
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I cant wait to be honest. A lot of people have told me Ive already done this hard part why go back to that place? It was ours. That is why. Our home, our favorite view, the place our friends came, where we ate dinner and talked about any and everything. Its where we got ready to go on our dates and where I came home to him after work. I don't ever want to leave that house we made ours.<br />
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Dane was a light in everyones life he knew. I miss him so badly each day it almost feels like my heart is being stomped on. He was playful, a tid bit gangster, so compassionate and the best listener. He gave the best advice, always up for anything and wanted to see the whole world and experience every piece of it to the max. He would do anything you asked of him before even getting the question out of your mouth. He was full of hilarious one liners and I know he was born to be a hype man! I can see him in heaven with Tupac and Biggie on a great big stage bouncing around doing his funny dances, throwing in some "ok"s and "ugh"s like the local dj on the radio on a Friday night. To know him was to love him. I am so lucky to have had him and have him watching over me now. I know full heartedly I will be protected by him forever. I miss everything about him, the way he picked up the phone singing, the way hed randomly pop up at my work, his so very sweet text, his big lips and silly sayings, every perfect imperfection he had. We have some amazing friends and Ive really done some searching within myself and into God to get me through this because I know this is a small obstacle to get me (and all of his loved ones) to something bigger and better He has planned for us. I have so many friends and family to thank for where I am today. So many people who have given me a reason to wake up. So many people who sent gifts, called, made me smile and I will be sure to get around to every one who has stuck by my side in blogs to come. Im looking forward to this being a positive blog where I can mindlessly talk about my life, rant, share stories and life lessons. But for now I have a beautiful baby to go babysit. Follow me, inspire me, I hope you enjoyed!<br />
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So there is my first blog ever. Raw and honest. - XOAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00234854629142280830noreply@blogger.com1