07/22/2025
Through the years, the story of our life has included many people. Some have remained close due to biological connections or physical proximity. With the lack of daily contact some have grown more distant. All this is a natural part of living life. But the one who was consistently by my side was Danny. No matter where we lived or what we were doing, Danny and I were always together “in the room where it happened”. Even in a home filled with children, a life filled with family, with brothers and sisters in Christ, and with friends far and near, there were those times, those events, those memories that only he and I held dear.
A song, a place, a special day, a sweet memory, a heartache. Things from long ago that I wouldn’t expect anyone but Danny to remember. I carry these in my heart with a smile, with a tear, with a tender moment of reflection.
Today is one of those days. Our first born, David Scott Dow, would have been 40 years old had he lived. Due to a congenital heart defect he lived only a week. As you can imagine, it was a tragic time for us. We were so young and had never experienced anything so beautiful as the birth of a child or so devastating as the end of his life.
In years past, there would be no dramatic fanfare in the way we observed this day. Maybe an occasional mention on social media but mostly just a quiet acknowledgement to each other that today was THE day. Yesterday I thought to myself that I will be remembering this day on my own. It made me sad but that’s not what happened.
This morning I woke up to a message from a dear friend who remembered. A short message saying that he was thinking of me on David’s 40th birthday. This friend, Richard Terry, was also “in the room where it happened”. A rock for Danny and me that difficult week. He along with all the brethren in Houston, MS remember David. I consider it an honor that these lifelong friends were there for us when he lived and remember him to this day.
Diana Dow
In The Room Where It Happened | Bible Songs And More No matter where we lived or what we were doing, Danny and I were always together “in the room where it happened”.