Wednesday, December 28, 2005 2:36 AM CST It's after midnight. It's Dave's birthday. He would be 43. He loved pizza and bowling and football. He loved pie and didn't care for cake. He loved Reeses Peanut Butter Cups. He loved the ocean. He loved hugging. He loved singing. He loved his guitar. He loved Jesus. And he loved us. So many times, I've missed him so. So many times, I could actually see him. Laughing at Kate and Zach squealing and squirming when picking up pieces of fish to feed the seals. Helping Zach with his first shave. Stretching his body, leaning his head back, half-closing his eyes in the passenger seat of the Suburban..."Riding in style, eh, Shelley?" Buying roses for Kate's dance recital. Making Darren put on the Santa hat to fill the stockings. Going with Darren to buy silly, stupid, outrageous, and sweet stuff to put in the stockings. Putting bows on his head. Smiling, laughing, the spark of life in any gatheri...
...keep on keepin' on