Dalton 1998-2011

"Little girl, playing with a ball throwing it up in the air and laughing, you appear to have an imaginary friend with whom you're joking."

"No," replied McKinney, "I'm playing with Dalton."

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Dalton "so full of life"

You're not just a face in the yearbook

With a page in memoriam.

You are the guilt behind the driver's eyes, the survivors' eyes.

You are the song on the radio, "chillin' on a dirt road."

You are the sudden propelled maturity of your older sister.

You are the living breath in your mother's chest.

You are the silent son on your dad's 4-wheeler.

You are.

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"Young man, playing with a ball throwing it up in the air and laughing, you appear to have an imaginary friend with whom you're joking."

"No," replied Dalton, "I'm playing with McKinney."