This Thursday will be the first time that September 3rd falls on a Thursday in seven years. The cycle that bumps days of the week has made one full rotation.
It was on September 3, 2008, that my big brother, David, went missing. I remember it all too well.
It was on a mountain like the one in he’s standing on in this picture where he felt his last elation. I like to think he was as happy as he looks here for his last moment.
I can’t believe another year has gone by. I still miss him all the time.
True Scrawl 