January 25th, 2011 by Conor

It had been 30 years since I had seen my friends Tommy, Michael and George. I grew up in NY, and the first accountings of 911 found me in North Conway, initially, distantly removed. Later that evening the phone would begin to ring, and I would be catapulted back in time. Back to a place where my friends and their faces were integral pieces to my daily life.

When my grief could not help but be worn on my sleeve, someone asked me, “Well, when was the last time you saw them?” I shared the years in between, and literally had to take a step back when the inquiring party made a blanket statement, “Then it’s not like you were friends anymore.”

As I have made Danny is the Bomb a regular morning practice, I find myself tearful and joyful in reading all the contributions. Friendship is something that does not know time or place. It is an emotion and a dedication of heart. No matter where we may find ourselves in this life, there is a warmth that is felt when we think of people who have entered our path. Some for long distances. Some just for a short time. A comfort comes from inside by the internal slideshow of recollections by imagining these souls thriving somewhere on this earth. And therefore, time is elusive.

Danny, you are blessed with friends. Those from then and now who are all part of your story. Forever intertwined in what has past and what is yet to come. As the first boy my daughter (Nia) ever loved, I smile just knowing that you are on this earth…..thriving.

Many blessings to Danny, Conor, Michelle, David, Ellen and all of those who believe that time has no boundary. It all comes in chapters.

Warmest Regards,
Chrisite Girouard