The Walkin' Dude.

[docko]

May 26, 2007:

He died two years ago today. My father burst into my room at six in the morning, crying, waking me up, followed shortly by Joel, crying. We all cried that day. People that didn’t know him cried. Our tears were contagious, our sorrow a plague. I’m sure that even now, the farthest ripples of grief are welling eyes in New Zealand.

Comments

[lachatterouge]

The Dunkin Donuts you stopped at right before 287 on 22 is at the end of my block and down a street- you were a 5 minute walk from my apartment- I wish I'd have known- I would've come kept you company.

And that park you saw by Rutgers with the trail- I go running there once in a while.

And it prolly was harder to take Industrial Ave to Rt. 9, but prolly more interesting. To take 287 wouldve been mile-upon-straight-mile of pull your hair out fun... Either way though, the destination (9- especially via 35) isn't too great.

Its so bizarre to imagine you walking through all these places that I was not so long ago- all the way from Oxford. Kudos to you- I'm proud of you :)

-Kathy

[detuned_r4di0]

alex, this is the best story ive ever heard.

youre my hero. i miss you both.

[i_am_adara]

I love you.

[greenjambone]

Me too.

The Walkin' Dude

[anonymous]

Hi Alex - I woke up this morning crying - then realized it's Mother's Day. I sometimes think that people will forget Dustin - the 'movin on with life and where did your friends from high school go' thing and all. Then something comes along and reminds me that I am not the only one who loved him, or who misses him. Mrs. Lewis told me that I missed you at the coffee shop a few weeks ago... and gave me the link so I could read this. So I got up and went onlline and read it.
Thank you... for writing this, for being his friend, for loving him, for remembering him...
Mama M