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I am writing to tell you about my son Calvin Barnes Dana. He died on March 6, 2012 of a drug overdose due to cocaine and methadone. He was 18 years old and young and wild and free. He was a beautiful kind and loving boy. He was busy with becoming an adult. He had gone away to college at Johnson and Wales University, but returned home to Vermont during his first semester.
He was 18 years old and young and wild and free. He was a beautiful kind and loving boy.
He was working at Killington Mountain as a snowmaker when he died. He loved the job and his friends there. He was very happy the day before he died he had posted on Facebook about the best day ever ripping up the trails snowmobiling. He was a very special person to me and all his family and friends that knew him.
He began smoking pot in high school and I was concerned. He would tell me to "Chillax Mom, everybody in Woodstock smokes pot." I did not ever condone his pot smoking. I know he was trying to find himself and it is so difficult to be 18 and to face the pressures of life.
He had a family that adored him and many friends. He was a good person who never hurt anybody. He lived in the moment and was a joy to have around.
My grief and sorrow is excruciating! It has been 27 months since he passed away in Bridgewater, Vermont. Not in a million years did I think that Calvin would die here in Vermont at such a young age. He was born and raised here and I thought it was such a wonderful and safe place to raise a family. He attended Pomfret elementary school K-6 and I can not say enough good things about that school that nurtured and held him emotionally and physically and gave him an excellent education. It was a safe place with extremely caring teachers and staff. I am so disgusted and angry with Woodstock Union High school because in my opinion they stick their heads in the sand about the enormous drug problem they have.
I attended the film The Hungry Heart when it was brought to Woodstock by the Ottaquechee Health Foundation, and they were so kind and made a dedication to honor Calvin that night. It was a great turnout of over 200 people. However, it was mostly adults that attended and I spoke with the film maker Bess O'Brien and she told me that she had offered to show the film to WUMS and WUHS and she had been told that there was no time in their schedule. I had hoped that the film could be shown at the school that Calvin graduated from in 2011. As the motto of the film says, if it could save one kid it would be worth it!
Thank you for your consideration and concern. Calvin is my inspiration to live in the moment and to not take anyone or anything for granted. He has taught me to appreciate and love all the unexpected wonders in life. I am so grateful that I had my son for 18 years.
He left here too soon.
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The drug which has affected me the most is alcohol, which I really believe is a drug. My father was an alcoholic from the time I was born until I was 12 years old, which was a big part of my life, and it kept him from giving me the protection that I believe I deserved and could come to expect from a father.
Alcohol stole my community, my entire community.
But as for alcohol’s effect on my community, alcohol stole my community, my entire community. On May 14, 1988, I lived in Radcliff, Kentucky. I was supposed to attend a bus church trip to an amusement park, but my mother pulled me off the bus at the last minute. That bus was carrying all my friends—a total of 72 people—to King’s Island amusement park for a field trip. This was the last time I ever saw my best friend.
On the way back home, a drunken driver, a 36-year-old, with a blood alcohol [content] of 2.21, crossed over a large medium and hit the bus in the ongoing direction, and it struck just right … And it caused it to explode on impact, killing 27 people and burning and injuring 34 people.
I wanted to say that what reminds me the most, then, is school buses. And that’s because I lost my childhood and all of my friends who were the school bus that night.
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