I know some feel Dave was like a brother to them and with good reason, but lucky me, he actually was my brother and I could not have asked for a better one.
Growing up, we always got along, and we may have had a few sibling conflicts but I don’t really remember any. Well, maybe one! When I was about 8, I took money from my mother’s purse and was busted when Dave spotted me coming out of the local corner store with an armful of comic books and candy bars. Of course, he told my mother. I don’t remember any harsh punishment from her but the embarrassment of being caught red handed was enough. And of course, being 8, I resented him doing this at the time but hey, he saved me from a life of crime!
I did not see as much of him in recent years as I would have liked, due to geographical distances, but when we were lucky enough to get together, there was always a lot of good stories, lots of laughs and oh those Manhattans! I will miss it all.
Dave went through such an ordeal over the last stretch and although the rest of us were never ready to say Good By, he had reached the point where he was, and I am sure he would want us to accept that he knew best.
Rest in Peace Dave, if there really is a "better place" I know you are there.