Yesterday was the visitation for David and today was the funeral. David was 15 years younger than me -- nothing like an untimely death to bring home a sense of one's own mortality. I dislike funerals, but the experience is particularly awful when it is someone I know and care about.
My cousin Linda asked for people to write down their stories and memories of David, so that she could give them to Nicole and Matthew when they are older. That is a great idea - the only truly meaningful way in which we live on is through the effect that we have had on others, and the memories that we have created. David was one of those people who had an enormous positive effect on everyone around him.