Four years ago this morning, I got the call that my friend David Mills had died. It still feels alarming and raw and a good part of me hangs in the limbo of utter disbelief. How could a man like David, so talented and kind and interesting and fun, be taken away from us at such a young age, in the midst of a live so well lived? I dont pretend to understand or even accept that hes gone and I think about him often - his is the only photo on my office wall that isnt of family. His legacy is set in the work he left us and ongoing in the many lives he touched, the kids at the University of Maryland who will benefit from the scholarship that bears his name, his family, his friends. Still, I dont even know how weve managed without you. I will never forget you, Dave. I miss you terribly. I was blessed to call you friend, continue to be humbled by how you carried yourself through the world and will keep trying to live up to the example you set, as a writer and a human being. As always, I wish you Godspeed and funky ass music wherever you are.
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 08:57:08 +0000
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