What would Dave Do?
I was working on a couple of other posts just now and needed to stop. This grief is nothing I’ve ever felt before and coming to terms with it has been difficult.
On Monday, Dec 19, I received a call to inform me that Dave Collins, esteemed member of the Pharmacy Association of NL and my work teammate for the better part of nine years, lost his life under tragic circumstances the night before.
As this is being written, it’s been 26 hours since the phone call ended. Nearly every thought has been about his family, his interests, his ever-positive attitude, and his unbending support for all of us.
Those who knew him best are all trapped somewhere in the 5-stages of grief. Me? The Denial flipped to anger early yesterday afternoon as news outlets reported additional details. Today, I believe it’s falling in the Bargaining / Depression bucket. Thankfully, our team is quite close, so having folks to talk to and remember positive memories has really helped. The last stage is acceptance, which seems will never happen. It will of course, but not for a long while. Life goes on, but time moves incredibly slow when emptiness consumes you.
If there is any silver lining to find, I know his memory will make me better. Dave had a way of looking at any situation, no matter how bleak or stressful, and taking the worries away. Quoting lines from Dylan and Neil Young, he didn’t frazzle or get even mildly annoyed. He treated everyone with the utmost respect and expected the same. He came from a large family and wanted every interaction to be meaningful and personal. He gave his all into every endeavour. As an example, he had recently started beekeeping, which is just so Dave:
These pics will always make me smile.
So in dealing with his loss, I’m now thinking WWDD? He wouldn’t want us to wallow in self-pity. He certainly wouldn’t want us stop doing what we enjoy, or be fearful of what could be around the corner. He would want us to celebrate his life, thrive in our work and home-lives, and carry on.
Rest In Peace my friend. We will meet again someday on the other side, share a cold brew and listen to some Lennon. Save me a seat, I’ll be there when it’s my turn.
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