Dave...I'm sorry. It was good seeing you in Stardust this past summer. You looked well. I remember your 10-year-old laugh as clear as day. I remember you used to kick the shit out of kickballs in PE. Once one popped just from making contact with the ground after it had left your foot. It's obvious your life continued to be lived to its fullest extent. You'll be missed.
Geeze. Dave. My grandfather three days ago. David Crawford. Nate. Too many people too soon. Why does death have to be so prevalent?
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