It has been a year since Dave took his life. I have lost count of the times that I have thought about him. I see faces reminiscent of his in movies and in the grocery store line. I remember his intelligence and the way that he made me stretch my thinking. I look back on the debates he would invite me into and the feeling of being beyond my comfort zone. I think about his favourite trail runs and have tried to run a few of them this year in his memory. I have caught myself thinking about how he attacked the uphills and I sometimes try to use his sideways hiking technique. I stand in lakes or creeks after races and think about how he did this long before it was a commonly-known recovery strategy. I think of his boyish look and how he managed for so long to defy age. I recall the silly tea-cozy hat that he would wear on bowling night. I remember the grief that his family wore so openly at his funeral and the shock that ran through the running community.

I still feel a huge loss in my heart. I believe that this wonderful person perhaps did not realize what an impact he had. I wish that he knew, for perhaps then, he would be here.
Wow… just came across your blog, and it is really touching. I am sorry for the loss of your friend… some things “time” cannot heal… Peace to you…
Dave was one of my closest friends in HS. We had a lot of good times together. His wisdom helped me become the person I am today. I think about him more and more as time goes on. Thank you for honoring him. He was one of a kind.