When I moved from Florida in 1963 I lost track of Dave and it took me almost 40 years to find him again. When I went back to Florida in the summer of 1999 I did my damnedest to find him, but it was not until I worked for a company and had access to a certain database that I was able to find him somewhere around 2005/2006.
In the few years since, I’ve not been able to get back to Missouri nor was Dave able to get to California, but we kept in touch via email and phone.
On February 5th, Dave’s 67th birthday I called as I usually did and wished him Happy Birthday. He sounded somewhat subdued and not his normal self, but I didn’t make a big deal of it figuring he was just having a bad day.
Little did I know how bad a day he was really having until I got “the” call on the 11th from his son telling me that Dave had passed away. Dave’s son told me what had happened, but I was in such shock that I really didn’t listen and told him I’d call the next day.
I did call and called for several more days trying to find information about memorials and such, but it wasn’t until I got a call a little over a week ago from a mutual friend that we grew up with that I found out what happened.
Seems Dave drove his lifelong companion Peggy to work and when he got home, literally fell out of the car and couldn’t move. What we found out later was, Dave had a bleeding ulcer that he didn’t take care of (because he couldn’t get an appointment with the VA doctors until “later”), threw a blood clot that ended up in his leg (my guess was it also caused a stroke), and because of the ulcer had a bacterial infection that couldn’t be reversed, all because he couldn’t get an appointment with the VA doctors until “later”.
With losing my brother in December and now losing Dave (remember he was only 6 months older than I am) on the 11th of February I was in a state of, “shock” is not the word, I think the phrase is “what next or who next” or what the hell. That’s why it’s taken me almost a month to put this post out there.
Those of us that are older realize that we are no longer indestructible and bullet proof. When you are younger like a lot of you are, all you want to do is live life to the fullest, but when you get to that age and I’m not sure just what the number is, you realize time is no longer on your side.
I’ve always lived on the premise that when it’s your time, they will turn your clock off and it’s over. Whoever “they” are, I have no idea. I don’t want to get into religious beliefs because mine are probably a whole lot different than most, if not all, of yours. Dave’s time was February 11, 2013 as was my brothers on December 21, 2012.
In all aspects Dave was my brother. We grew up together, went to school together, got in trouble together, and chased girls together. We fought, hated each other, became friends again, and when we finally found each other it was just like old times.
|Rest in peace, my brother|