My brother Dave. Suddenly at age 65.
My brother and his wife were celebrating their 40th anniversary with a drive down the west coast from Vancouver to LA. Two weeks ago, on the second last day of their vacation, Dave went for a swim in the ocean at Santa Monica, was hit hard by a wave, and was pulled under. By the time anyone realized what had happened and people found him, it was too late. He was on life support for five days but there was nothing that could be done. Fortunately his four children and their spouses had time to get to California to say goodbye. Life support was removed and he passed away a few hours later, just over a week ago.
A celebration of life was held yesterday in Ottawa, and family flew in from as far away as Scotland. Thanks so much to Bman and Mrs. Bman for taking the time to attend the visitation. Your presence and support meant a great deal to me.
Dave lived his life with more energy, passion and joy than anyone I've known. He was also deeply committed to his community and to helping others. He was one of the organizers of the annual motorcycle Ride for Dad in Ottawa, raising millions of dollars for prostate cancer research.
It's been a horrible, traumatic few weeks. He was a good friend and a good brother, and I miss him.