My memories of him are few, but those I have I cherish. David always had time for me. I remember him playing with me in the yard, or giving me horsey back rides around the house. In return, I was thrilled when Mom would take me to his basketball games. He was a great player, and I know college scouts had an eye on him.
His death left a huge void in our family. I don't think my parents ever recovered. There was so much hurt left behind by his death. Growing up I wanted to make my parents proud of me, like they had been of David, but it just never seemed like I achieved it. David was sports. I was the arts. He was straight A's. I was a B student. I was in the shadow of a ghost, and that was hard for me. No matter what I did, I could not quite do it or so it appeared. It took me a long time, and a ton of therapy later to realize, that I should have just focused on being me. Of course having hindsight, and no ability to time travel, I can't go back and tell that little boy, that it was ok he wasn't like his brother.
My efforts at golf were futile, at least as far as my dad was concerned. I enjoyed golf and still do, but I did not do well at it. So my shared experience with my dad involved watching sports. We have gone to Notre Dame football games, hockey games, golf matches and the Olympics. I tried to fish with my dad, but that just bored me to death. Still no matter what I tried it was not the same for him.
For my own sanity I had to find my own niche in the world. Running, as I am sure you can guess has helped in that respect. While my dad does not understand the point of entering a race you know you won't win, I believe if David were alive, he would be thrilled with my running, and who knows, maybe run a race or two with me.
My sister is a big fan of my running...or so she tells me(hehehe). She was with my at my first half marathon. She got me my first running watch. She has made sure I get Runner's World each year. Now if I could just get her to run.
There have been times David has been on my mind during runs. I like to think that he is looking down on me as I could along, and every now and then gets me moving when I need to move.
I love him and miss him still all these years later.
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