I’d like to write this blog as a brief, concise bit of info regarding my cousin. Please don’t take this personally: It is not directed at anyone in particular. I think it’s quite appropriate actually, considering Dave’s propensity for details. I developed a nickname for Dave in the last couple of years, mainly based on the short bursts of information I would get from him when we spoke. Trying to get the details of Dave’s life when you weren’t part of the daily convo was literally like trying to safeguard lightning bolts inside a quarter water. There was so much happening, and his time was limited, so I did the best I could to ascertain specific events and process and interpret the “details.” I got the Cliffs Notes version of what was going on, but that was cool with me. Although I still have so many questions to ask him. Maybe he thought my time was limited, and he didn’t want to burden me. I don’t know.
I tell Tim that I still get that spontaneous urge to call him… then the gash opens slightly, and I remember why the bandage is still saturated over my heart.
Anyway, one of the things that always struck me about David was his lack of attention to details. Not details of his wardrobe, or anything personal to him… I’m speaking of the details regarding ANYONE else, LMFAO. This dude would constantly refer to friends, girlfriends, colleagues, whatever- and never know anything about them. If I’m friends with someone, I can tell you their mother’s birthday. Dave couldn’t always pronounce their last name! I can’t tally all the times I had to drag details out of him, only to get a shoulder shrug and a smile… “I don’t know, Jay. I’m just livin’ the dream.” I used to crack up at the fact that I could never get to the bottom of certain things because he flat out couldn’t give me the goods! He was like an open book that had a couple lines scribbled on each page. Turn the page and move on, because that’s what Dave was doing… so funny. I guess it’s now a personal quirk… just another endearing quality amidst all his others. It certainly didn’t hurt him professionally. Maybe it was his “general” love for others that made him so lovable.
Regarding Elaine’s death- maybe he under-analyzed, maybe he over-analyzed. It appears no one will ever know. I wish Tim was there that morning. I can only imagine the pain David felt for 2+ years, and his desire to spend one last day with his mother… haunting for me to internalize.
Here’s to my man “Dave Details”… I wish I could have altered some of the detail inside your mind.
