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Brave Wings

Ten Years Without Dave Brave does not mean unafraid. I am brave. But I have been very afraid. Many times. Learning to live without someone, well... this is the part where you find out what you're made of. Dave's dying has changed me. Changed everything, really. None for the best, no, not the best. But some are good. Yes, there is good. I am brave. Kenny, Zach, Kate... they are brave, strong. Strong, real, true, authentic. Would we be if Dave were here? I think so. But the quality would be different. Growth borne of pain is different than growth nurtured from joy. We are tempered by fire. Fierce and yes brave. Yet... People say it gets easier, time heals. I still disagree. Or they wonder how I do it. They think they could not be so strong, so brave. You can, darling. It's only repetition, over and over. I am practiced in pain. Adept in grief. I am better at it now. I can move nimbly through it, kn