Yesterday was such an exercise in dodging around real feelings by burying my thoughts in academic language. Today, I will simple and straight to the point, with the hope of coming back to this in an essay I might publish one day.
At my lifetime achievement award, or my funeral, since the way I tell this, there is a strangely eulogistic tone to it:
I want a room full of people assembled, and each of them should be able to say this thing:
"I wanted to say something, I wanted to become something, and David played a part in making that possible."
And I want to look down from the emptiness of death and say: "And I was made better because you could say what you wanted to say, because you could become what you wanted to become."
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