Danny..age fifteen. Last year, about a few weeks or either a month ago (I don't really want to remember this part.) he crashed headlong into a tree while it was raining. The tree didn't give way, but the truck did and he was killed instantly. We've gone through so much pain, because he was a month away from his sixteenth birthday, it really hurt that he never got to see it, but I want to use this post to remember Danny and all that happened. He was probably the starting point of me turning to Jesus. I love Danny and I miss him so much. I just hope he knew Jesus before he was taken from me, and I hope that he'll be smiling up in heaven with me when He comes back.
I remember his smile, and how he used to make everyone happy. Danny was never a sad person, always made someone happy, like the time he wrote his number down in the dust on the back bus window and pointed it out to me while I was in the car behind it.. "Call me, babe!" -Danny Whittle
I remember his smile, and how he used to make everyone happy. Danny was never a sad person, always made someone happy, like the time he wrote his number down in the dust on the back bus window and pointed it out to me while I was in the car behind it.. "Call me, babe!" -Danny Whittle
to you
Danny Whittle 
