They say David slipped away from life before it was savagely taken. Those boys have ruined whatever days we have left. His wife sits nearby on a couch and cradles the paper bag like a newborn baby. She survived heart surgery this spring. But this sort of hurt she has not known in her 70 years.
Nothing can take away that pain.
Everyone dies, but to die that way. . . . David was not a bum. He may have been homeless. He was not loveless. I Hundreds of miles away, in his verdant Seattle back yard, Patrick Caffee sits in the sun and grieves.