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Dear Dave,
It has been what seems like a few days since we've last met. September 26th, 2002 was the worst day possible, and still
remains to this day. You are missed very much, and even though I'm usually busy, I am thinking of you all the time. I keep
a picture of you talking with me, Matt, and Mike up at the campground a few summers ago. My mom has a picture of you when
you were in your Gilligan's hat and you had your broom in your hand. I remember that trip we all took to Hampton Beach and
we all had to live in that hotel-like room for three days. I remember when I slept in the closet for the weekend by choice
because I wanted to prove to Matt and Mike that I wasn't claustrophobic. I remember when you woke up a lot in the middle of
the night on that trip, and you slept walk and I think you drank a beer while doing so. I remember you yelled at my brother
Chris for me because he woke me up ealry in the morning to tell me that I missed my favorite show. I remember when you
and Big Chris went out for a "walk" and came back two hours later and told us that you ate shrimp and clams and such while
we were all sitting by the car waiting for you guys. I know there was a lot more, but I can't remember all of it. All I know
is that the 5k races have been doing good so far and I know that you would be very proud of Matt and Mike. I can't put it
into words how much I and others miss you, but I can only think of you and remenisce of the good days.. nothing will
ever be the same without you. I miss you and I love you.
Love, forever,
Megan
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