On November 26th, a very dear friend of ours passed away. Dave and my husband were friends for 25 years. Dave was the best man in our wedding, and we were honored to be the attendants at his. You never expect to lose a friend this early in life. I feel ripped off, and cheated. I want just one more day to tell him how much he meant to me, and how sad life will be without his smile. Even when we fought, when we tormented each other, and when I said "I'm not speaking to you anymore!" I always knew Dave would be there for me.
Dave wasn't the sort to want a funeral service of any kind, so last night his friends and family gathered to laugh, cry, and tell stories. We raised toasts of tequlia shots to Dave, and took comfort in each other.
There is no way to describe my sadness. I know Dave would be completely pissed off at me for crying, so I'll try to remember his big laugh, contagious smile, and crazy sense of humor.