A Toast to Dave

To Dave: For his immense and unending generosity, empathy and caring.

To Dave: For all the late-night scotches and games of pool, and the many discussions about politics, injustice, the deeply spiritual nature of the world, personal relationships, our families, and all the little things.

To Dave: For reminding me to be gentle with myself and to have faith in myself.

To Dave: For going to the first ever annual Vancouver scotch tasting together - Dave and me, ten bucks a head, and all the single-malt you can "taste" – it was a very good day.

To Dave: For his unconditional love and his laughter and his kindness and his time.

To Dave: For driving halfway across town in his beater Honda to pick me up at 6:30am, working out for an hour to get buff, then driving me to work - which was the other halfway across town.

To Dave: For bringing wonderful people into my life.

To Dave: For dealing with our moving stuff, stocking our pantry, and being there with a cold beer when we arrived at the co-op that sticky August night in 2002.

To Dave: For knowing when to talk and knowing when to listen – and always knowing the right things to say.

To Dave: For riding to the St. Lawrence Market on Saturday mornings, chatting with his favourite stallkeepers, sampling cheeses and buying herbs, and generally kicking around and enjoying each other’s company.

To Dave: For his uncompromising commitment to justice and equality.

To Dave: For the best Caesar salad ever.

To Dave: For that first game of pool on May 7, 1992, and that last latté on May 3, 2007.

To Dave: I miss you more than words can say.