Today is my brother’s 56^th birthday. It has been over seven years since he has seen the sun, held his loved ones, or filled a room with his unique laughter. Daniel Patrick Sheehan, my brother, was needlessly and savagely murdered on June 8^th, 2000. As a taxi driver, he had picked up a fare in the small town of Casa Grande, Arizona around 11:00 p.m. The two animals in the skins of human he had picked up subdued him, abducted him, and robbed him of his life. Michael Edward Anita and Dale Lester Kisto, one of whom met his own fate in a manner well deserved, the other serving a sentence which is, unfortunately, not for life, these two animals, knew what they were doing when they beat my brother over the head until it separated from his neck. They knew what they were doing when they buried his body in a place not yet discovered. They knew what they were doing when they stole my brother away from his family, stole his charm and his wit, his knowledge and intelligence, his love of life and his future. Today, I celebrate my brother’s birthday, he who cannot celebrate for himself. Today, I remember my brother. Happy birthday Danny! You are well loved and remembered often and fondly!

Susan Isabella Sheehan