Today was literally the saddest day of my life. I had to bury one of my best friends, and watch as his family mourned him. I'm never going to forget the late night cruises, sitting up at northbelt walmart, spending countless hours at sonic and not even ordering anything, and most of all I'm never going to forget how great of a friend he was. I remember calling him at 2-3 in the morning sometimes because I had nothing else to do and I knew that he would be awake and down to do whatever, even if it was just playing xbox until mid afternoon the next day. He's one of the few friends that would just call or text me to just talk and didn't ever ask anything of me. He was living in his own little world, a world that was nick-named "planet cool" by some of his friends. Dalton didn't care what anybody though about what he did, whether it be the way he dressed, or the way he modded his car. He was the only person I knew that rode a bike in a cut-off and khakis. I'm really going to miss him, Our little "group" will never be the same with out ol' D-Smitty. There was a speaker at his service today that said something and it really hit me hard about how caring he was. The story was about Dalton and a lower class man from our high school. The lower class man wanted to drop out of school because she was having a really hard time, Dalton approached her and gave her his tassel and told her that no matter how hard things can get just push on and things will work out. A few hours after the funeral I came home and was scrolling through facebook and I saw a picture of his memorial card next to a blue rose and a '11 tassel. This is that picture
Even through death he is still inspiring people. I know that myself as well as a few of his close friends are dedicating our builds to him. The car I'll be building isn't a 3800, but it's what he wanted me to build every time we talked.
He will be greatly missed. R.I.P. Dalton.
