My brother David and his co-pilot Tomas died on 9 September 2011. David was 29 years old. I like to write about David. It feels good when I say his name aloud. Sometimes I wonder if ...
grief
at least he died doing what he loved.
“At least he died doing what he loved…..” After David died well-meaning folks offered these words as comfort. I was not comforted. I'd stopped listening after “At least he died.” My brother was ...
this is my brother David
This is my brother David. Today is his thirty-third birthday. Except he's not. David will be 29 forever. Sometimes I imagine what he’d doing now, if God had taken me up on any of the deals I ...
Griefworld, dogs and roller coasters: for Eden on Cam’s first anniversary
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the world is still a good place, the 09/09/14 edition
Today is David’s third anniversary. It seems incredible to me that we have survived three whole years without him. Today I will be unguarded in my sorrow. I've come to learn that if I don't take the ...
the mark of the man
In the months after David died I was worried he would evaporate. I was terrified of forgetting what his hands looked like or the sound of his laugh. I must have seemed quite mad at the wake when I ...