Thursday, November 8, 2012

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."