Over at the texture of ordinary, a post we missed on Monday: Gretchen Rau reflects on her experience of events surrounding David’s death:
I came back to City Center last night ready to talk and find out how things were for everyone, and many people were ready to give it a rest for awhile. And then this morning in the Buddha Hall I began to melt a bit, seeing Dave’s photo on the altar. He’s gone and he’s not coming back. This one thing, it cannot be undone. The men I see walking down the street with the same haircut and the similar walk, they are never going to be Dave. We can talk to his door, sealed now by the medical examiner, and say it was all a mistake, please come back, we’ll try again, but it’s not going to do any good.
. . . We were caught off-guard, but not completely surprised.