Jack Scanlon
Dave came into my life as my father when I was just 15. Best man at my wedding. Taught me all the right things. Gentle and funny and always so, so generous. I am sad by his passing. Sadder, still, that I couldn't have been at least messaged about his passing, or that the obituary strips my name, and thus any connection of our five decades together. Thank goodness we can learn of sorrowful events on Facebook. Dave, I often think of how things would have been different if Gretchen hadn't claimed that your ki . . . never mind, that was six years ago, and too late for us to patch now. You are gone. But I am thankful that you were in my life, pop. Rest gently.