March 7, 2013
It has been a while since Thanksgiving. However, it feels like it was yesterday. I still remember the blurred details of talking to the EMT who was by my side. I don’t know his name, and I don’t remember his face. I want to thank them for what they did, although I will never be able to thank them enough. That crash changed the lives of many people, because they lost someone very dear to their hearts: Daniel Niles Palmer. I can still remember him on that morning; we were heading back to his place for eggs benedict. At his service there were over 700 people who packed into his old church. He was well liked in the community, and he had friends from every age and from every place. He was always able to cheer up even the most sullen of people. For that, we will never forget. A few months after his passing, a few of Dan’s good friends got a hold of the wrecked buggy and made a monument for Dan. They cut up the frame and created a cross. On January 13, the cross was erected on a nearby hilltop, overlooking the crash site. It stands there as a silent memorial to a not so silent Dan Palmer.