They say only the good die young– a saying I will never utter. Like stating, they are in a better place,  I don’t find solace in it. Sure, sometimes the “good” die young, as do the “bad,” but the truth is- no one should die young.

On Friday night my youngest brother lost his best friend, a young man that cannot be defined by a single word like “good”. He was a son, a brother, a boyfriend, a best friend, a student, a caring individual that brought happiness and light to those around him. He was the kid I teased, alongside my other brother, mercilessly, like we would tease the youngest. This was because David was one of the family.

We spent a lot of time reflecting on David and as we remembered David’s life we sought to laugh at countless stories and moments of times he made the world a better place. On his first playdate with my brother at the age of five, he was playing in the yard and finding caterpillars with my brother and putting them into the air conditioning unit outside. My mother’s immediate response was, this is the bounciest, most energetic kid, and he is never coming over again. All lies, over the next thirteen years he practically lived in our home. And in that time my brother made his best friend.

I’m not going to expand on this further at this time, but I learned a lot from this tragedy and I know my life will never be the same.

  • Appreciate the beauty in everything.
  • Even if it doesn’t seem like things will get better, they will. Trust me.
  • Cherish those in your life and never take them for granted. The most simple moments you shared, like summer days sitting on a dock by the lake will become the most important memories that you have.
  • Know that you are loved and know how valuable your life is to those around you.
  • This story has hit the news and people will always have their predictions and comments. On that note, find empathy even when you can’t truly understand why. Why is a senseless question because we will never know.

Yesterday we attended the service for David and as I listened to the rabbis words I found the comfort that I will never find from a Billy Joel song- we can’t bring David back, but we can carry out his legacy and we can hold his name, his soul, his life in our hearts and minds forever. David will have a legacy in my life and he will always be an important person in my thoughts, he will influence my life from this point forward. David, everyone loved you so incredibly much. And as I watched my eighteen year old brother act as a pallbearer in his best friends funeral, I asked the same senseless question: why. And I don’t expect an answer, but I hope that in the future I will never have to ask it again.