Missing Dave
My favourite thing about weddings is that they’re a rare sanctioned time for all of us to be real with each other. We say things we don’t normally say and talk about things we don’t normally talk about. We’re encouraging, honest, and again, real. So it is with today, just us as a fam being real. Six weeks ago Britt called me – I was in Wanaka about to marry Glenn and Elle – with the news that Dave, her father, my father-in-law, our housemate, cat sitter, friend, in-house financial advisor, and subeditor of so many posts like these, possibly had cancer but we needed to investigate further. Not even six weeks later, on Wednesday just gone, we lost Dave to the effects the melanoma had on his liver, then kidney, and his body. This week we’ve been blessed to be surrounded by so much family, good friends, with lots of tear-soaked hugs, anonymous generous people dropping meals to our front door, enough flowers to start our own florist, and all of your loving words...