It has been 15 years since I received that heartbreaking phone call that Dave had died in the canyons of Utah. The feelings of overwhelming grief, unbridled anger, and helplessness will stay with me always. There was nothing I could do. Nothing. We were just a small family in River Vale, NJ. What effect would we have? I thought that perhaps we could tell the world Dave’s real story and then others would understand our outrage. So when the Associated Press ran Dave’s story and it appeared all around the world, we finally felt like we were heard and Dave was vindicated. The little family from River Vale just needed the truth to be told.
Once I felt Dave’s story was accurately portrayed, I needed a way to continually remember him in a special way. This is how this website came to be and how the Remembering Dave blog shows all the places I have sprinkled his ashes; places he wanted to travel and places where he would’ve loved to travel.
We traveled to Niagara Falls on July 17, 2018:
The Canadian Horseshoe Falls is the largest of the three falls and is located at the end of the Niagara Gorge. It has been the proverbial honeymoon destination because of its spectacular beauty and dramatic crashing waters; the most powerful fall in all of North America. The nightly fireworks and the illumination of the falls further create a magical experience.
An especially touching moment for me was while we were resting before going out to dinner. I suddenly felt an inexplicable urge to look out the window. At that moment, there was a beautiful rainbow over the falls. It only lasted a minute or so, but long enough for my mystical July 17th moment.
Whether it was the first anniversary of your passing or the fifteenth anniversary, I always ask the sad question, “What if?”
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