A good friend died last weekend. "It's a Hellava thing" was one of the last catch phrases I heard him say. I was lucky enough to see him a few weeks before he passed. It's sad when someone so young leaves when they have so much good to do. I can't say that I understand it; I can't say that I condone his leaving us.
Dave was known for many good lines and good stories. He touched lives beyond mine. His love of family was unwavering. As a Midwestern, I was mostly confused by his priorties. We seem to put order and work before most everything and pride ourselves on these accomplishments. Dave was defined by his family and the things that made him enjoy life. His legacy will long be remembered because he was not confused; he had his priorities straight. Family first. Family above all else. Family was the accomplishment.
His actions were better than even his best jokes. He is missed already.
...And in despair I bowed my head...
