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I would have celebrated both David’s life and our friendship.<br />
I would have told of a friendship that began in grammar school’s<br />
first grade and lasted the 65 years until his death. I would have<br />
recalled that so many years earlier, before social media and<br />
internet and cellphones, most friends went different ways after<br />
high school’s end and gradually lost touch but David and I found<br />
our bond worth the effort to maintain it.<br />
I smoked my first cigarette with him, got drunk for the first<br />
time with him, smoked my first joint with him. When I married<br />
he was my Best Man.<br />
David loved to tell stories and to tell them again many, many<br />
times. My sons could recite some verbatim. He and I laughed<br />
together at the old stories no matter how many times they were<br />
told.<br />
I wonder which stories I might have told in a eulogy. How<br />
would I have chosen from so many?<br />
Perhaps I would have described his frantic efforts to<br />
convince me to get out of the car when we arrived my wedding;<br />
he could not know I was just fooling around. Maybe I would have<br />
recounted the scene a decade later when, grumbling and<br />
mumbling, one morning he entered the warm kitchen of our<br />
ancient uninsulated New Hampshire farmhouse after a winter’s<br />
night in our extra bedroom, his wool cap pulled down to his<br />
eyebrows, his heavy coat zipped to its highest reach, his hands<br />
gloved, his shoulders hunched. His complaint of the cold room<br />
was met with a tongue-in-cheek reference to a lack of manhood,<br />
only later recanted when I found the heat to his room had been<br />
inadvertently closed off, my friend left to suffer the near zero<br />
temperature. Or I might have recalled an episode a number of<br />
years after that when he and I beat my two sons in touch football<br />
after which, standing there naked and helpless, he needed my<br />
wife to physically help him into a hot bath.<br />
I certainly would have described his great concern for all of<br />
his many friends, his worry when things were difficult for them,<br />
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