Weaver, Daniel Sterling

Oh Danny my sweet lovely friend Danny, I didn't even see your obituary until today. My eyes are filling up. The last time I visited you at your cute apartment in the Haight we discussed the end...or how we wanted it to go..I wonder how it went for you because I couldn't be there. You died on the month that I moved , driving from Albuquerque to Ft Lauderdale. You asked me to come visit to say goodbye and I wasn't able. The poverty brought on by the move and the inability to get a plane ticket...I could kick myself now. We got sober together in Denver-I was strung out on Coke and crystal, Danny was doing Dilaudid, we were messy boys. That was 1982. We used to go to AA meetings together on York Street and walk around Colfax Ave, finding cheap little restaurants and adventure places, but mostly we struggled to get and stay sober. It was a chore for both of us...sometimes we met somewhere and went to 2 meetings a day..OMG we were so fkn lost. We leaned on each other hard. Danny worked slingin hash at Church St. Station during the glory days, he went by the name Baby Holly, or Holly goes Heavily. He had a true hunger for life and made every minute count. He was so free with his love and sentiment, he smiled and you had to smile too, no matter what was going down. I remember that I moved out of my apartment in Denver, I told him that I had discovered greasy handprints on the wall next to my bed...Danny said, Don't worry, Farkle, when we moved out of THE BLONDE HOUSE, I found greasy ass prints on the wall. Oh, Holly I miss you so fkn much. I really do and have for many years. Excruciating. Now I'm in hospice, and have been for 10 months, you could say things are winding down. It feels like the wheels are slowly coming off. My only ray of light is that I'll be with all my funny exuberent sisters at some time in the future, and we can all have a giggle about our lives. Together. Again. I still love you . Always.