Dana

Dana’s my brother. My best friend, the person I’ve been closest to my whole life.

He was shot in September 2016, a victim in an armed robbery. He went into a coma and never woke up. He died on September 5th, Labor Day.

I’ve been trying to learn how to live without him.

The site that I made that holds some stories about Dana: Dana in Our Hearts

The Impact of Disability on Siblings : The Story of Dana and Meriah

Here is the story of growing up with my brother Dana, first published on March 12, 2012. Dana left this world on Labor Day, 2016. ________________________________________________________________ I went through the windshield of a car when I was four years old, back in the day when seatbelts were charming accessories. The glass shredded my face, the head-on collision

“Don’t Be Scared of the Dark,” He Said

This is a post about grief. I had been crying so hard and so long that I couldn't open my eyes properly. They were puffy, swollen up so that seeing through them was a chore. I also didn't understand why this in particular was hitting me so hard. I was turning 45, you see. All

Full Circle

When we first moved to Hawaii from Fiji, Dana was 14 and I was 13. We were too young to work in America - and we were both pretty upset about it, as Fiji had had no such "child welfare" rules. Being suddenly dependent on our (broke) parents was awful. Dana turned 15 (the legal

Seeing Spider Webs

a post on living with intention

If I Had Known Then What I Know Now: A Letter to My Brother Dana

Trigger Warning: guns, violence, death. Grief. I am astonished at how aimless I remain, Dana. I’ve been waking up even earlier than my usual 5 in the morning, often at even 3:30. I get my coffee, my laptop, candles lit. Meditate. I get online, ready and raring to work, and then… I lose focus. I

How to Meditate: Easy Ways for the Total Beginner

How to Meditate: Easy Ways for the Total Beginner

Walking Through Water: Grief, Meditation & This Week on the Lost Coast

My brother has been gone for 4 months I've developed a routine: I wake up in the morning, go and light a candle for my grandparents and for my great-aunt Ruby and place it in my shrine. I light another for my brother, Dana, which I carry with me to the couch. I wear Dana's

Pinched Off

Dana has been gone for 3 months.

10 Things to Help with Grief

A mostly-material smorgasbord of things that have helped me with grief.

Proof of Heaven?

Eben Alexander’s “Proof of Heaven”

A Bathtub

I’m having a hard day. Everything is reminding me of Dana, and of Dana being gone. It’s hitting me in every direction. That song? He’s gone. That movie? He’s gone. That joke? He’s gone. That book? He’s gone. He’s gone, he’s gone, HE IS GONE. With him goes the only person (besides Grandma) that I

The Rabbit Hole

tunneling sides of grief.

He is Gone

Dana has gone.

It’s Not Over Till It’s Over

Well. It turns out that Dana had been really into this one particular TED talk not so long ago. It was called, “Dying to Be Me” – Dana absolutely loved it and made his daughter Yu Han watch it. I put it on and watched it today in his room: (it’s captioned through corrected YouTube

Golden Boy

My memories help keep me strong – and writing helps too.

Fight/Flight

In the middle of a flight or fight.

The Problem with Belief

A belief is only a thought that you keep thinking. If you think anything long enough, it will become a belief. And, as everyone knows, whatever it is that you believe will become your reality. So the trick to changing things in your life is to focus on thinking thoughts that you WANT to believe,

To the Edge of the Woods

There is nothing like a crisis for making social media meaningful. I mean, day in and day out, it’s just an information clearinghouse and news board. Then something huge happens and reading each and everyone’s comment of love and support means the world to me, when all I want to do is crawl into a

Dana

news on my brother Dana

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