On May 18, our youngest son will have been dead 10 years. He's permanently frozen at age 24. His memorial service was unusual (how often does the local paper send a reviewer to a memorial service?), held in the local theatre. I want to post excerpts from the service today and tomorrow. Today's excerpt is all of his best friend, Jeff Storey, who reads part of a letter David sent to him describing a piano concert he attended. I aspire to be that good a writer. I wish I had known how good he was before he died so I could have told him how very proud of him I was.
Sorry about the length of this.