On September 18, 2006, I’d just had a heavy meeting with the estate attorney and was feeling rather spent and sad. So I drove to Lake Winola, where David had enjoyed many a childhood summer; a place he’d talked about but we hadn’t gotten around to visiting together.
I bought a sandwich to eat by the lake shore and watched two guys prep a speedboat. We talked for a bit, I invited myself along, and for one hot September afternoon I left all the grief behind on land.




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