I have a life-long friend. His name is David.
He died in August 1986. But I will never forget him.
Today would have been his fiftieth birthday. August 16th.
David. 50.
That concept is so hard for me to fathom.
My friend David was so dear to me. He and I knew each other from childhood; we were classmates from first grade all the way to seniors in high school. After that, David would always make it a point to come home and see me. When he was away on his adventures, he'd write. He travelled the world, but he'd always check back with me.
I just wish there was someone - anyone - who could make me laugh the way that David could!
So far, no one has.
Happy birthday, David. I love you very much. I've never forgotten you...and I suspect if I haven't by now, I never will. Dern you.