tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338557.post6852950588816584323..comments2023-08-18T04:37:47.001-04:00Comments on Byzantium's Shores: chronicling the misadventures of an overalls-clad hippie: DustinKelly Sedingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10704114189919711467noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338557.post-62336966284266651292010-06-15T15:05:10.378-04:002010-06-15T15:05:10.378-04:00Young Jedi!!! I'm man enough to say that I'...Young Jedi!!! I'm man enough to say that I'm fightin' back the tears here at work after reading you entry! Damn good stuff!Andyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14118374128614619378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338557.post-16518601893865026642009-01-22T18:46:00.000-05:002009-01-22T18:46:00.000-05:00Wow, I haven't been down that road in a while. I c...Wow, I haven't been down that road in a while. I can solve a few of the mysteries for you. Dustin and I dated all Junior year and until Christmas senior year, where in a ceremony every bit as civilized as the one we witnessed on Tuesday, Carolijn and I decided she would be better with him than I would. Ha. I skipped school the day it happened, and therefor missed that government presentation that I was supposed to do with him. I went to a party that night, came home, and the phone rang, it was Dennis telling me that "Dustin didn't make it." My parents were out of town (thus explaining the skipping and partying)and I called them hysterical to come home. Dustin and Co. had been on a beer buying adventure for a party I was having that weekend. Apparently there was a lot of drinking evidence at the scene, thanks to me. He was indeed one of the best people on this earth, and I still wonder what he would have done with his huge personality and potential. I still miss him. You captured him perfectly.anniepatrickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11490063105087579121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338557.post-38794580174389344362008-06-19T14:22:00.000-04:002008-06-19T14:22:00.000-04:00You're a sweet person, Jaquandor.His family would ...You're a sweet person, Jaquandor.<BR/><BR/>His family would probably really, really appreciate that he is still remembered in this way. For someone to have given so much time and thought to his life 20 years later. What a meaningful post.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338557.post-71782075177054991812008-06-19T11:25:00.000-04:002008-06-19T11:25:00.000-04:00Oh, yeah, nice pirece. Yeah, Today and GMA do giv...Oh, yeah, nice pirece. Yeah, Today and GMA do give the local affiliates news at about 25 and 55 after the hour.<BR/><BR/>You hate Twist and Shout? Ouch. http://rogerowengreen.blogspot.com/2008/06/songs-that-move-me-80-71.htmlRoger Owen Greenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05298172138307632062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338557.post-10244019580233267182008-06-19T11:22:00.000-04:002008-06-19T11:22:00.000-04:00There was this kid I knew in the neighborhood name...There was this kid I knew in the neighborhood named Steve who died on the last day of the spring semester, drowned, when I was in 8th grade. We never processed that, and that was a shame.Roger Owen Greenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05298172138307632062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338557.post-39106988178098087372008-06-19T09:43:00.000-04:002008-06-19T09:43:00.000-04:00Beautifully written tribute.Beautifully written tribute.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338557.post-84859428588589689782008-06-19T02:13:00.000-04:002008-06-19T02:13:00.000-04:00Many years ago I used to teach a course in Death, ...Many years ago I used to teach a course in Death, Dying & Bereavement at a small community college in the midwest and did a bit of grief counseling & workshops on loss on the side. I recall going to an elementary school to meet with 1st - 3rd graders after one of their buddies got suffocated in a snow fort he had been building in his back yard. I will never forget those kids. One particular little boy had a really tough time because he had been mad at the boy that died. The last thing he has said to the kid was "I hate you!" (some stupid conflict over a playground misunderstanding.) We talked a lot about how our feelings or words can't cause people to die. They also can't cause people to live...no matter how much we love, no matter how much we cherish sometimes our dear ones still die - as you have had to watch to many times. Our powerlessness over mortality is absolute.<BR/><BR/>What your posting triggered in me was a reminder of how much we may influence others we don't even know all that well. How we treat each other matters.Belladonnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13704410443745252997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338557.post-18940832123768705702008-06-18T16:51:00.000-04:002008-06-18T16:51:00.000-04:00"I just figured that Dustin deserved a blog post."..."I just figured that Dustin deserved a blog post."<BR/><BR/>You have certainly given him that. <BR/><BR/>There was a kid who died in my senior year, also a car accident, but this one a rather ridiculous one: his mom somehow managed to hit a school bus in the school's parking lot during a snowstorm. The poor guy lost his life trying to beat the morning bell.<BR/><BR/>Unlike Dustin, this kid was not well-liked, not a good student or an athlete or a musician. He didn't have many friends that I knew of, and I'm pretty sure he was one of the handful of kids in my school who didn't just brag about doing drugs but actually spoke from experience. <BR/><BR/>Still, everyone felt bad. He was one of us, after all, and we'd all just learned a lesson in mortality. I think what really made everyone feel the worst was the fact that nobody actually knew him.<BR/><BR/>I was on the yearbook staff that year, and I remember the faculty adviser debating with the editor over how much space on the page should be devoted to this kid's memorial. I clearly recall the adviser saying, essentially, that the kid was a loser who wasn't worth many column inches. I've never forgotten how angry I felt over his uncharitable attitude. I felt then and still feel that everyone deserves better than that, no matter how small they may be in the big picture.<BR/><BR/>I guess I don't have a point, aside from your post stirring up an old memory...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com