May God bless you and your...
Whenever I think of my cousin David, somehow it is always in extremes - vivid, life-filled flashes of memory that belie the quiet fight of his final years.
I remember clearly being out on Candlewood Lake, Uncle Bill at the wheel of the Sea Jewel, PB&J sandwiches in a cooler packed by Aunt Julie, and all us cousins baking our thighs on white vinyl seats in the relentless New England sun. David was a marvel of physical prowess to me, and for the life of me I couldn't launch...
Stephanie Horzepa
January 31, 2005 | Culver City, CA


