My brother passed away yesterday and I wanted to post a memorial for those here who’ve all been so beautiful in helping me, and by extension him, through this. I’m still more than a little disjointed, so please bear with me as I muddle along trying to say what my heart is seizing up in agony over… what could’ve been more and better and different, and wasn’t nearly long enough. Regardless, here’s my version of his snapshot(s). Sadly, there isn’t all that much. Why didn’t I know better?
Anyway, here’s some starting quintessential David:
*Banging on the bathroom window from outside, while I was taking a shower, sometime around elementary school age. The tension before the Psycho scene had nothing on how this made me panic and I directly attribute it to my love of all things horror related, because it so blurred the line of reality. And gave him a good story to needle me about for years to come.
*The shirt he bought me from Texxas Jam, 1978. Wow! What can I say? As a 14 year old, he already had great taste in music (ok, that changed, but I won’t hold that against him), because you gotta love a kid who happily sweltered through the heat to listen to Mahogany Rush. Alright, so more accurately I’m sure he was there for Aerosmith, Nugent, Heart and ARS. Maybe he was even in on the early worship of Van Halen. I wish I’d’ve known to ask him. Or still had the ringer.
*Always “dressing up” for softball practice, which cracked everyone else up. Because, you know, one (as a teenager on the prowl) must not ignore appearance if there’s a chance of landing some girl. I have no clue how impressed she could’ve been over matching stirrups, pant stripes, baseball sleeves and sweatbands, but he worked that look like you would not believe. Plus, since we’re talking the late 70s / early 80s here, I’ve got to mention the blow drying. Farrah is still proud to this day.
*Taking me to that White Heart concert and making me talk to my crush Mark Gersmehl. Oh the tongue-tiedness and swoonieness of it! I could’ve of alternately hated and been a slave for you over that. You both were so too cool for school.
*Chatting up my rich, snooty uncle about wine. Good enough show that you earned a book out of the deal and much posturing to be had. I’m just not sure if the joke was on him for being too dense to not notice you weren’t really interested or us for missing the satire and instead labeling you as a poser. Too bad I couldn’t see all that for what it was then. You rocked it.
*Taking dad to the Elvis impersonator concert. Erm, I’m not sure what else to say about that, but it truly was an interesting experience. I’m glad y’all both get a kick out of that sort of thing and bond more over it. I only wonder if you belonged to the fan club also.
…more bits as they come and I’m able. Please be patient with me. I’m sure my usual gale will blow long and random. Until then, I once more offer my gratitude to all the members here. Thanks for being my haven. You’re all just too wonderful.
Love to everyone,
~Dave’s little sissy, Kemi