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Dayn and Nana
Caleb, Ana, Dayn and Shannon a few years ago
posted by Coda Coach at 5:51 PM
10 Comments:
Those are beautiful pictures. I love you and I am always here for you.
Your baby cuz, Bar
((Thank you for sharing))
Hope you are taking good care.
thanks for sharing the pics and stories about Dayn. It is helping me to heal....thousands of miles away.
I received my Master's today....I gave Dayn a little wink as a walked across the stage. I wonder how suprised he would be about the person I have become.
It is so awesome to see how many people loved Dayn. When you google his name, so many things come up....last shows for friends, surfline, newspaper. It really speaks volumes about how he affected people.
Dave
Lovely pics. He looks like he was a rocking kinda guy.
I'm thinking of you and your loss today.
Take it easy.
Kenny
Sending you peace this season ~
Thinking of you today.
:-)
(((HUG)))
I came to your blog by chance through another. I was touched by your recent posts and scared all at the same time. I see my soon to be ex heading down the same path and I am afraid for our children. I am so sorry for your loss.
It's a terrible thing when anyone takes their own life.
It's even worse when they purposely drag other people down into their problems before they go.
Dayn was not Dayn when he killed himself. He was a coked out,MDMA'd out, pot head alcoholic who admitted to sitting in my driveway with a loaded gun at 2:00 am , trying to get the nerve up to kill me.
He took my rent money and instead of giving it to Shannon as he was supposed to - snorted it up his nose. In the end he was such a piece of shit that he couldn't even be man enough to admit to Shannon what he was up to. Instead he went to the Cops - gave them a BS story about me stockpiling weapons, and while I spent 87 days waiting to get my charges dismissed, sold off all of my property to feed his drug habit
As if that wasn't low enough, the idiot was taking money from the former tenant to look after the cats she left behind - one was 12 years old and blind-
and he stuffed that up his nose too. After he had me falsely arrested, he didn't look after the cats and they died.
While I lived there the gas company turned off the Propane because Dayn hadn't paid them in over a year - even though we were giving him money to do so.
And how about Shannon? What the hell was she thinking? She enabled this idiot to keep on his destructive path. How could she let this trainwreck near her daughters?.How could she trust him to manage a million dollar property? She really knows how to handle her men, she's now 2-for 2 in the ex commited suicide dept. At least Bryon left her with a home and some money. The last time I spoke to her she didnt seem to care that Dayn had died,
she screamed at me that I owed her money. I had to explain to her that I had paid Dayn in full but that he snorted it up his nose
Having fond memories of someeone is one thing, glorifying and whitewashing someones horrible behavior is another.Dayn should be remembered for what he was before the drugs and alcohol, and held up as an example of what that lifestyle leads to He didn't leave this life in dramatic style -he was a posterboy for drugged out lunatic losers.
That is the truth and you know it. Sad as it may be, in the end, Dayn was a drug addict who burned everyone he came close to - all he cared about was the next buzz I hope he does better in the next life - it won't be hard to do.
This comment is from someone who loved Dayn his entire life. I want to thank Jason for the shot of reality in all of this. Long ago I committed to work at avoiding dishonesty and game-playing in myself and in others, and had found it very uncomfortable to converse with Dayn for many years. He seemed to be crying out, however, last summer when he called to say "I need you in my life." I was set to pick him up in Chicago the day before Thanksgiving for a visit with his mother's side of the family.....the day after he ended his life. Come to find out, he was in a desperate place, and I think he knew that I would probably see right through him, and he couldn't face dealing with that honesty.
The kind of reality Jason shared is hard to take, but it's important for us all to know. Thanks again.
I imagine many of us have Dayn on our minds all the time, especially at this time as the anniversary of the last day of his life looms ahead of us. It will almost be a relief once that day arrives and passes, because now we know what THESE days, one year ago, were like for him, and that is more difficult to deal with than the day it ended.
We loved you so much, Dayn, and so wish you had chosen another path to peace. If only you had opened the door to just one person, maybe help could have rushed in.
You are so missed. Aunt Gayle
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