David Henry Stuart Brownell

This is very difficult page I am writing. This is a dedication page, is about my little brother David, who passed away tragically on September 27, 1999.

David Henry Stuart Brownell was only 27 years and 3 days old at the time of his death. My little brother was 6ft tall, dishwater blond hair and he could do lines from movies better than anyone, even the actors themselves would have been impressed by David. I had always told him that he could make millions with his voice-overs for actors, if he tried. David always said, "Nah, I like working for dad."

I have some of the lines that he did that were his favorites to do, like:
"Hallo, my name Indigo Montoya, you killed my father. Prepare to die."
"Fezic, are there rocks ahead?"
"If there are, we all be dead."
"No more rhymes!"
"Anyone want a peanut?"
"ARGH!!"
Those lines were from the Princess Bride. There will be photos of him when he was a baby to his adult years. But I'll also have an entry from his baby diary that our mother made for his first year of life.

It was a day I never thought would come to pass. I never thought I would be saying goodbye forever to my little brother - learning that David was dead. I just didn't think that I could lose you. I wanted to say bye and I love you to you when you left that night after dinner, but I figured that I would be able to say so later and I didn't call you as you drove back towards Camdenton. Now I wish I had.

The pain is still fresh in our hearts even two years after his passing. I'm going to be doing some from different sources like my memories of David and excerpts from David's baby diary that mom did for the first year of each of her three children, and there will be things said about David that is true and then we'll have the eulogies that we(Craig and I) did at his funeral at the end. This will be a very tearful page for I am writing it from my heart, so please have some tissues nearby.

David's first photo taken five minutes after his birth.

Sunday, September 24, 1972. 9:10pm.

And here you are, my precious little David! I'm so happy you're mine! 8#oz., 21 inches of beautiful baby boy. You came into our lives at 9:10pm. You fooled us all, little one, and we're delighted!

Saturday, October 21, 1972.

It's so funny to watch her(your sister Beth) around you. She kisses you all over and then mimics everything I do when I feed you, right down to wiping your mouth. And when I finally called a halt, she gets her Bitty Beans doll and starts in with her. If this is any indication, I'll just bet the two of you will be great friends.

Daddy's little angel. David stands with daddy's help. Notice the eagle wings behind David's head.	Grandma Florence, my mom's late mom(Nani died three years after this picture was taken) and baby David. Picture taken in 1974.

These are from my memories now.

Sometime in the year 1976, my mom and dad Richard had just divorced a few weeks earilier, we moved from Eldon, Missouri to a very very small town in Mississippi where we didn't go to school and one day while we were at the pond that we had on the land, David decided that he wanted to see the fishes that Jim, our mom's boyfriend had caught. He didn't come up and all that was on the surface of the pond was David's baseball cap. Jim saw it and saw that David wasn't around, jumped into the pond grabbed David from the bottom of the pond and pushed him to the surface with David complaining that he just wanted to see the fishes. Mom never allowed him to get out of her sight till we heard about Nani(my mother's mom)'s death, in 1977, when we moved to Denver, Colorado where we lived for about three months before moving to Netherland or Nederlands(I can not be sure of the spelling of the name anymore).

In the summer of 1978, we moved to Castine Maine. We lived there in the yellow house on Main Street, it used to be a Civil War home, we were the last tenants to live in that house before they turned it into a museum. On that street is a hill that goes to the ocean, David and I would use our little red wagon to zoom down the hill. One day, David did this but instead of going to the side, he flew through the bushes and vanished. I went racing down the hill and stuck my head over the side to find David down on the rocks trying to lift up the wagon from the rocks so we could do it again. I couldn't grab it as I was very small at that time. I sat up trying to figure out how to get him up and the wagon when I noticed two Marines in uniform from the Marine Academy heading my way. I quickly waved frantically which got their attentions and rushed over to see my little brother trying to escape high tide with his wagon in tow. They jumped down and hauled David up and pushed his wagon onto dry land and then without getting their names or even inviting them over to use our bathroom to wash their hands, they walked on down the road and we never saw them again. I would like to thank them for helping us that day, we appreciated it.

<< David's school photo.

Then, in late 1980, we moved to Cadet, Missouri where we stayed put for a year before moving away to Cook Station, Missouri, we went to Steelville, Missouri school for about four years. During this time, I was held back in school which brought my little brother David to my grade that I was in. Though we were in different classes, we always hung out in the playground either playing tetherball or just swinging on the swings or trying to finish our school work before the recess bell rang off. Needless to state, we always hung out together.

In 1984, Jim moved out and divorced mom, that summer Richard, our real father moved in and remarried our mother a month later. They never fell out of love since then. We moved to Dana Point, California in 1986, to live near our grandparents(My father's parents and my mom's dad) since they were getting up in the years and we knew we didn't have not much long to have them by our sides.

David standing in front of his car with his black hat on. Picture taken in 92.

David's strutting towards the camera.

We couldn't handle the high rent in California, so we moved back to Missouri in 1988 to Fulton, Missouri, where David went to school at. It was about a few months later, David started to do drugs - - crack cocaine was his downfall and his addiction for the rest of his life. For the next four years, he had no problems with it till we got a second home in Englewood, Colorado in 1992 where he started to stalk the house looking for people or cops or accusing us (mom, dad and me) of stealing his rocks(rock cocaine is called rocks) in a sweat, when he in fact smoked them already.

Mom(with her bald head), David and Craig in one of our favorite resturants in Denver Colorado.

David in a boat on our Jamaica trip of 1991.

Mom, me and dad moved back to Missouri in 1993, with dad going back and forth to Colorado on business trips. When dad got to the house, he found out that David had pawned 90% of the things that was in our second home, TV sets, CDs, anything he could pawn he did to get money for crack and what little money was left went for food.

In late 1993, we moved to Linn Creek, Missouri. David got sent to prison for crack and violating his probation. Before he got sent to prison, he would stalk the mobile home during the late hours of the night in his drug high. He would walk into our rooms to see out our windows for people who were coming. I would block my door with 150 pounds of horse feed which I kept in my room before we got the garage/barn built in late 93. He would not heed our father's voice not to walk into my room while I slept, till our father placed a note on my door telling him not to enter.

In February of 99, David was released on parole and started to work for dad in the land sales business that our father did. We moved from the trailer to a 6,600 square ft house(or a mansion as David called it). David's room is on the ground level. On the ground floor beyond the glass sliding door, holds his prized pool table which he loved to play pool on. There are nights when I lay awake in bed, imagining hearing my father's voice cuss loudly as he played pool with David, who was usually kicking his butt. Now I wish I could see my younger brother again even to hug him. But I can't he's dead, the only thing I can hug is his urn which we put his ashes in.

This is the 'mansion' which David called our new home.

Even within our new home, David would stalk around; mainly in his area which was the basement of the house. He would on occasion walk up the stairs and stalk the main part of the house but usually the raise of our voices dad's and mine would get him to go down to his area and get sober before he came upstairs again.

David standing out front of the Marriot Griffith Gate hotel in Lexington Kentucky.

David petting a burro at the Kentucky Horse Park.

In July 99, Beckie(his girlfriend at the time), David and me went to BreyerFest99 and we had a blast of a time there. As we drove back home, David said that he wanted to go back next year and do it again as it was a great trip. He loved it a lot. We made plans to go back there within a week after we got back home.

August 29th 1999, David got into an accident while driving his girlfriend's car and it was during a crack cocaine hallucination(yes, you can have hallucinations on cocaine) episode. He went into the woods yelling at imaginary people who he thought was chasing him trying to either kill him or hurt him or make him ram into someone's house which he didn't, just couple of trees and a barb wire fence. He was found the next day by dad, Beckie and her mom and brother, completely naked walking in a streambed. We took him to the hospital where he got his wounds from being cut by the barb wires fixed and had him admitted to MidMo, for mental evalution. He finally realized that he had a hallucination and swore off crack cocaine(or so we thought) and now wanted help to fight his addiction.

September 7th, 1999, David and Beckie came home to give us the best news possible, beyond being Mom's birthday too. David had popped the question to Beckie and she said yes. The wedding was set for September 7th, 2000.

September 24th, 1999, we had dinner at Baron's Bistro, a local resturant where we knew the owner and I made David, Banana Fosters for his birthday dessert. He wanted to go see a movie Sixth Sense that night. I wasn't really feeling good after dessert and I told him, maybe another time. (Now, I am kicking myself as that movie would have been the last movie that me and David would have been at together. Our last movie we saw together was Star Wars: The Phantom Menance with dad.). Beckie and David went to see the movie.

Smile for the camera, Dave! He was sitting on the deck overlooking our swimming pool.

September 26th, 1999, Craig and Elisa came over to make David a birthday dinner since they were not able to come for his birthday. David and Beckie came over and ate dinner with us. David raved about the carrots that Elisa had made and wanted the recipe for the carrots. He hugged and gave a full lip kiss to mom and headed back to Beckie's employer's home where she was staying as she tended to him as he was a paralyzed man.

September 27th, 1999, at 10:40 am, we got a phone call from the Camdenton Police Department telling us that David was in a car accident and was being rushed to the hospital. I said to my father, "What did David do this time around?" Dad just replied he got himself into another accident and started to pick up the keys to the car when we got another call but this time it was from the emergency room telling us that David was there and that he was listed in critical condition.

Little did we know the truth of his condition till we got there. We called Beckie and she started to really break up and cry really loudly as the police officer took the phone from her and spoke with us. We were planning on picking her up and take her to the hospital with us but the police officer told us to go straight to the hospital. Forty minutes later, we walked into the emergency room's admitting room and asked for the doctor who was working on David.

The nurse said, getting up from her seat and leading us to a private room, "The doctor will be with you in a moment. If you would wait in this room, please."

We didn't move into the room till the doctor came out and escorted us into the room. My dad was closest to the doctor and mom and I were close to each other.

**This is word for word what was said, so get your tissues ready for it's a tearjerker.**

My dad asked, "What is David's condition?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Brownell, but your son David is dead." spoke the doctor.

"NO! Not my baby boy! Not David!" cried my mother, as she collapsed against the wall with tears coming out of her eyes.

I just stood there shocked and stunned, not really wanting to believe that it was my baby bubba(that's my nickname I gave him when he was younger.). Then the other nurse said something that gave me alot of hope that he was not hurt.

"Davis had alot of tattoos on his arms." said the other nurse.

I turned around to look at her and said, "David had a lion tattoo on his right shoulder." I turned to mother and grabbed her arms and shook her. "Mom! It's not David!!"

"It is David, Beth. Who would be driving the Mercades if it wasn't David!!" mom cried out.

"We need someone who is calm and collected to come with us to ID the body." asked the nurse.

"I'll do it!" I said quickly, walking towards the nurse. I looked at my dad and mom and asked the doctor if they would stay there. I was escorted towards the room where David was at. I could hear my dad and mom behind me.

The nurse opened the door, stopped and asked, "Is this David?"

All I saw was David's feet and his receding hairline. I crept to his knee and saw the face that I didn't want to see at all. I nodded, "Yes, this is my little brother David." I turned to the nurse and snapped, "Don't let my mom in here."

I heard dad behind me. "Oh god David no! Oh David why?" cried my father, as I turned to see him standing by my side.

The nurse who escorted me into the room was now holding my mom back. I could hear my mom's voice out in the other room. "That's my little boy in there!!" then the doors was pushed opened and she rushed past me to wrap her arms around David and wept.

I felt David's right leg and it felt broken to me but later we found out that the only things that was broken was his ribs and lungs and his heart.

I was asked to take a call for the family, it was from our cousin Rodney. "Rod, David's dead."

"I know, sweetie. I know. They called me." Rod said gently on the otherside of the phone.

"I can't believe he's dead, Rod." I told him. I hung up the phone and went back into the room. "Dad, Craig needs to know."

"Right." said Dad, as he picked up his cell phone and called Craig on his mobile phone. "Craig, turn around and head for the hospitial. David's dead. Elisa, take the driver's seat and drive him back here. I lost one son today, I ain't gonna lose my only son."

About 12:05pm, Craig rushed into the room with Eliisa behind him as he hugged dad and then placed his hand on David's chest which was iced down for the coroner had demanded an autopsy and so did we. Rodney, Herb's son(Herb is my dad's younger brother) arrived with a priest friend and he said a prayer for David's soul to rest peacefully in heaven.

The man who was going to take David to Columbia to be autopsied came and asked if we had a funeral home which David will be delivered to after the autopsy was over. We had no idea which funeral home to put him in. The driver told us that his family runs a funeral home and we're right in Camdenton. We agreed to hold the funeral there when we got David's body back. We didn't want to see David be driven away from the hospital so we drove home. We called Herb and told him the news that David was dead.

I said to dad, voice wavering in the backseat, "Grandma and grandpa needs to know."

Dad nodded and called them in Lake Havasu City Arizona. I can still hear the conversation like it happened two days ago.

"Hello." said Betty, dad's mom.

"Mom, David's dead." dad said.

"NO! Dick, David's dead!" grandma cried out. I could picture her reaching out for grandpa's hand as tears started to come down her face.

"What?! How!?!" we heard his voice on the other end of the phone.

We told them what we knew and it wasn't much. We told them that we were having the funeral as soon as we got David's body back from the coroner's office.

"Son, we can't make it there. Your mom had knee surgery and I'm not feeling good to travel." said Dick.

"We know, dad. Don't worry." said Mom, and then we hung up the phone and we parked in the parking lot of Gerbes.

Dad and Craig went into the store to get some water as dad needed water. Mom, Eliisa and I remained in the mercedes benz. I was not feeling good since we found out that David was dead. I quickly realized what was going to happen so I got out and vomited. I hadn't done that in many a day and now here I was throwing my guts up over the loss of my brother.

We went home and proceeded to start calling all of our friends and family members to tell them the news of David's death. I slowly drifted upstairs to my computer and logged onto the net and sent mass e-mails to my friends about my brother's untimely death.

I logged off the net at 5pm and just sat there in the living room crying with my mom, dad and my older brother along with his girlfriend. We all tried to figure out what caused him to die and what caused him to come out of the SUV. We thought drug hallication or that he had to throw up. We just didn't know. The next day, mom called the police department to speak with the paramedics and the medic told her that she didn't smell vomit on his breath so that was knocked off the list of reasons why his door was open. We held onto the hope that the door had popped open and David, who never wore his seatbelt fell out of the vehicle and broke his body on the street going 50 to 80 MPH. But it wasn't the car door that popped open. David was trying to hurt himself to get his girlfriend back in his life. She had broken up with him.

Only after the tumble, David took, another driver who was mere seconds behind David pulled up and rushed to his side. "Please help me. I'm hurt." David said, as he tried to stand up but only to fall down again.

The man called 911 and went to David's side trying to keep him from getting up again, which David tried numerous times before he just laid there on the ground after throwing a policeman off him like a sack of pototos. Then, David put his hands together and said, "God help me."

We think David knew he was dying then. The police officer went to him as the paramedics tended to him. David said his last words to him.

"Tell my family, that I love them and I'm sorry." David said, as he looked at the police officer.

Enroute to the hospital, David's heart stopped and he was kept alive by CPR, till 10:32am when they called time.

Two days, later we had the funeral. Many flowers were around David. He looked like he was just sound asleep and would wake up very soon. But he was dead and I had lost my best friend and one of two brothers.

Here are the two eulogies that were said at David’s funeral. I did one and so did my brother Craig. First up is mine and then Craig.

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We all came here this evening to say farewell to David Henry Stuart Brownell, my baby brother who I loved dearly and miss dearly. I'll remember his smiles he would give me when we talk about things and how we used to play video games and play pool together, even though he would whip the daylights out of me at pool.

Life will never be the same without him in my life. He was my best friend and brother. I love him and I miss him and I know I wish he wasn't dead but alive but that can not be. I miss the movie lines that he would do. I remember seeing the last movie we both saw together was Star Wars, the Phantom Menace, he liked the movie a lot and he was anxious about seeing the next one when it came out. I guess I'll just have to see that one without him physically being here but in spirit.

We were planning to take another trip to Lexington, Kentucky next year since we had so much fun this year around. I'll go to Lexington, Kentucky and have fun there next year with Bekkea and remember the fun times we had there with him. I guess I'll have to keep him alive in my heart and memories.

Grief will take a long time to heal. I miss him dearly. I always will. I love you David wherever you are. I love you and miss you. I hope you know that we all loved you and miss you dearly.

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‘Has traveled beyond the service area.

I miss you, David.

I can’t write this.

It’s too hard, this task.

I just tried to call you.

A message informed me that you had turned the phone off, or had traveled beyond the service area.

Have you really traveled beyond?

Or, are you here with us, today?

All of us have felt you here, in one form or another.

You came to Eliisa and me when we were sitting on the steps by the pool, where you liked to water the grass, and watch the rainbows in the sprinkler with mom.

It was Monday, the day you died.

The weather had turned from grey overcast to beautiful sunshine earlier, and I had remarked that if you had only waited a few more hours, the sun would have come out, things might not have looked so bleak…

We felt you, there, with us, when you brought in clouds to shower the grass briefly, and bring us a rainbow tenuous and brief, lasting only minutes.

You brought a smile to our faces, David. You let us watch the rainbow with you.

I know you care about us.

I know you wish, now, this had never happened.

I know this from your last words: “Tell everybody I love’em. And I’m sorry.”

You sad little boy. You were so happy at times, and so tormented and troubled at others. I feel so much for you, Dave. I miss you. You were really fun to be around, always joking, reciting movie lines verbatim, doing imitations of comedians doing imitations of other comedians…

You had so many talents, David.

You are by far the best chess player I’ve ever been against.

Sorry I was too busy with schoolwork to play a game with you the last time you asked.

Eliisa and I were able to cook you your last meal, a last supper of sorts, the night before you died.

How you raved about our carrots!

You even asked for the recipe.

I’m glad we had that short time with you, Sunday night.

We laughed about getting older, I told you that, having turned 27, you have about another year of true youth left.

Now, reflecting back, I know you said you’d never live to see 30. I knew this was coming, in some way or another, and tried everything I could to stop it. I did not, however, expect you to go out like this.

I thought we would have more warning, more time.

No note, no giving away your things.

Just a quick action, from the heart, unplanned.

You lived for over ten minutes afterward, and I know you wished you could turn back the hands of time, not do what you had done.

Your watched stopped at the time of impact.

The hands were somewhat bent, but from what I could see, it appears your time was nine forty two, and fifty two seconds, Monday morning, 9/27/99. You probably didn’t make it to ten o’clock. You were 27, died on the 27th. I love you, and wish I could have seen you at 72.

You probably would still be doing Miracle Max from the Princess Bride.

Monday evening, I borrowed your line, “He’s been mostly dead all day.” We laughed, in your honor.

Tuesday rolls around, I wake up, and you’re still dead.

Yesterday and today were more of the same. I know you’re here with us, right now, thought. I know it was you speaking to me on the deck earlier today.

I was out there, contemplating the endless possibilities of afterlife. Suddenly, your voice in my head informed me that we’re not here to learn any lessons. We’re just having a little fun, trying on different shells. There’s no difficult task to master, no school. We just are. We’re here, to experience experience.

I asked myself, “Am I just making this up? Is this just me talking to myself? Or is this really Dave?”

Resounding YES shook (A sonic boom hit, or shook the house when I finished this word.) me to the core of my being, made me shiver, the hair on the back of my neck and on my forearms stood up, I could barely stand. I was in your presence.

Thank you for paying me a visit, David, and setting my mind at ease. I know you’re out there, and in here. (X)

May the Force be with you.

Always.

I love you.

You were my baby brother.

Forever shall I hold you in my heart.

Craig

99.09.30.15.00.00

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I wished we had video taped David doing movie lines before he died so suddenly. He could mimic the actor's voices right down to the actor's accent in his voice, that's how good he was. He had a flare for movie lines after seeing one movie and if he liked it, he would do lines from the movie right there on the street five minutes after the movie ended. We've always told him that he should go into acting as a voice double for actors or voice over totally. But he didn't want to. I guess he really didn't want to go up on stage and perform for crowds. But he was really good at doing the actors and some actresses voices.

But he is sorely missed by everyone in our family. There isn’t a day that goes by when we don’t think about him.

I love you, David and I miss you, very, very much!

He's at peace now. Finally he is at peace with himself. And the emptiness of his passing is still strong in our hearts. We miss him dearly and we never thought this could happen to us. We just take one day at a time.

His lilies that we love so much. He always loved gardening and now here are his lilies growing big and healthy.

David's school photo. Not sure how old he was then but it was probably before he got addicted to crack cocaine. It was probably taken sometime in the late 80's.

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Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there,
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there.
I did not die.

Poem sent to me by Marilyn Stillwell Delongchambs, my cousin.
© 2003

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This is a letter that I wrote on the 8th anniversary of David's passing.

September 27, 2007

David,

This is the 8th year that we don’t have you here by our side. It has been a hard 8 years. I try to remain strong for mom but it is hard. I want to just run and hide away in my room, where I close my eyes and see you smiling and happy and yet when I awaken, my living nightmare resumes. I take each day like it is my last and yet I know I will keep living not for you, my little brother, but for myself.

I miss you terribly, little brother and would just love to hear your voice speak out to me and tell me that it is okay, that I am okay here. I’m with Nana and all the cats, dogs and horses that we have lost. There are so many things I want to say to clear the air and yet I know you know I forgive you for all the things that have happened in the past. I wish you were still here, brother.

I have no skill in writing songs or stuff like that, but you know we went to see the Broadway musical called Wicked. There is a song that is sung by Elphaba and Glinda. This is just a small part of what I feel about you, David.

I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you:
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good
It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend:
Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you:
Because I knew you:
I have been changed for good
And just to clear the air
I ask forgiveness
For the things I've done you blame me for
But then, I guess we know
There's blame to share
And none of it seems to matter anymore
Like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes the sun.
Like a stream the meets a boulder halfway through the wood.
Like a ship blown from its mooring by a wind off the sea.
Like a seed dropped by a bird in the wood.
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
I do believe I have been changed for the better?
And because I knew you:
Because I knew you:
Because I knew you:
I have been changed for good.

It has been hard dealing with the loss of losing you so soon; it was something that I never expected to happen. I always thought I would go before you, never thought you would go before me.

The basement got flooded this past September. Was it you that made it happen so we would start looking through the boxes? I do not know, David, but something very good happened while we were rushing to get boxes off the ground and checking them for any water damage, we found your squirrelie, the stuff animal you got in Colorado. It really was a chipmunk, David, for squirrels don’t have that white streak on the sides but chipmunks do. I remember how much you loved that little squirrelie. It now sits on the glass table next to your urn which now holds Lefty’s remains within it with your ashes. We had several laughs over how much you loved the squirrelie.

But September is still a hard month for me, not just because I lost my little brother but because I lost my best friend. You were supposed to be here for me, David. The house seems so very different without you here, the first year it seemed to be so small and confining, we had to go on a vacation to get away, but even there on vacation, I still missed you, David. I still listen hard at night, waiting to hear dad yell out his cuss words over losing pool to you and hear nothing but silence within the house. Sometimes, I think I can hear the chink of the pool cue hitting a ball late at night. Sometimes, I wish I could smell your cologne in the air again or feel a cold spot just to know that you are here with me.

The first Halloween we had without you, you paid me a visit on the steps, while I was holding a white candle in my hands and just simply talking to you to let you know you could go and that we would be okay. You never knew how much it meant to me to see you standing there looking at me, giving me the smile that you were so famous for. David, I wish I could see you one more time. I know you love us all deeply, we love you too and we all miss you.

I know in a way, this song Endless Night is probably something you would have liked to listen to. It is about the hopelessness of loss, of someone you cannot see or hear from again. It makes me feel a little happier, listening to it.

There isn’t a day when I don’t think about you. I have years to go before I am able to see you in front of the Golden Gates but I know you will be waiting for me to come and I will hold that to my heart and know that one day, we will be together again as a family.

I love you, David. I always will.

Your sister,
Beth

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