Dave RIP
My friend Dave died. He died on August 7th 2009, but I found out on August 24th 2009. The reality of death is near again. The selfishness of it; the permanence of it coming to me all at once, suffocatingly in its horidness. Not sure if I should be afraid or welcoming of its finality.
So now that he is gone, where did his greatness and genius go. Where does it all go anyway. Did the cancer that ravaged his body guide him to a better place. What did he think about in his final days and hours. How frightened he look those last few months that we spoke; his eyes betraying his words of courage. Did he push back in his final hour or did he submit. One day I am sure I will find out, but for now I will keep his memory.
Bye Dave…
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