You know what’s funny? I never called you “Danny” while you were alive, even though most people I know did. I thought I remember you told me once you hated when people called you that (other than your sister). I sometimes catch myself calling you that whenever I’m talking to someone who refers to you as “Danny.” I wonder if you’re cringing wherever you are right now. I can almost hear that familiar annoyed groan you used to let out like a sigh.