I believed in my heart that Anaplastic Oligoastrocytoma was no match for your heart. I believed that no amount of cellular proliferation could outrun you. I believed that some day soon, we would be riding BMX bikes together in the Brisbane sunshine, and this time was not this fleetingly fragile thief, that we had an endless supply of endless summers, wherein we met, and the catch ups would wait until then.
How could I have been so naive? Last I heard you were doing so well, and now your gone, and the world has lost such a light. Ah, that's why it hurts. It is not that you didn't live life while shredding it to pieces, not that you didn't fight a fight against that tumour as hard as anyone could have, it is that nobody else will ever get the privilege that was everyone's who knew you, to share time with someone wise beyond their years, someone who loved and laughed without inhibitions, and taught them to do the same.
Ride on Dave. Hope there is loads of perfectly transitioned empty pools where you are.
-your amigo Joe.