This on line memorial was created in loving memory of Daniel Wayne Van Brunt, whose life story is told throughout this memorial website. Please sign Daniel's guest book and let us know you came to visit. We will remember Daniel forever. Daniel Wayne Van Brunt was the first of two boys born on Sept. 26, 1982. A perfect little bundle of joy, who would just lay there and stare at me with those big black eyes of his. He was a wonderful baby, but a handful because there was two of them. An older brother, David was there as well. Taking charge as older brothers do. Dennis, his twin was never far behind. They did everything together, even having their own language as babies. What one didn't think of, the other one did. They were always very curious and into everything they could find. All three were always swapping roles as leader about every six months. Dan would lead them for awhile, then I would notice Dennis would take over the helm and of course, David, always helping and leading them into adventures. They were the last in the long line of kids. They had 3 older siblings, Kimberly, Tricia and Cindy. There was always something going on at our house, as the kids in the neighborhood always gravitated towards our house to play. Dan was very personable as was each of his siblings. Where Dan was, Dennis wasn't far behind and vice versa. David was there when they were looking for a third in their tricks. What one didnt think of, one of the others would. They dressed alike, but in different colors. Even David wore clothes like them, as he was close enough in age and size. So many people would ask me if they were triplets. Oh how they all turned heads and people smiled. Three little boys with pitch dark eyes and curly locks, and such wonderful smiles. They lit up everything around them, and continue to do so today. If you saw them together, you couldn't tell who was who, until they started talking to you, then people who got to know them, could tell them apart by their actions and how they talked. They each had their own personalities, and were very much individuals. I still laugh when I think of Dan, and when he always called me. He always said, "Hi, Mom, its me, Dan". I always knew it was him, as soon as he said, hi, but I guess he always felt he had to make sure I knew it was him, after years of being mistaken for Dennis. They did all the things little boys do.Learned how to ride bikes, play baseball, and football, hockey, ice skated. David was there riding along with them. They were very competitive, but always excelled at something separate within each sport. Dan was a great kicker in football, and had been offered a spot on a semi pro football team at one time. Dan loved to fish, and he would grab his pole and tackle box and head to water. One thing they all had in common was the love of water.All summer you could find all three boys in the pool, swimming and splashing. When their sissies came to visit, I could here the voices yelling and laughing in the water games, and someone yelling "Marco Polo!!" When they got tired of the pool, there was the "fort" we got them. It was an old camp trailer, in which we ran power and cold water. That was "their" area and they supplied it with old dishes and stuff from Goodwill and garage sales. I will forever remember those days, all the laughter and fun. The picture that stays in my mind of Dan is grabbing his fishing pole, tackle box and heading to the fishing hole near the house in WA.
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