Chuck, although we never rode together on opening day, you would always call me from the trail and ask how my ride was going.
Today, for the first time in 11 years, I didn’t ride on April 15th. I wanted to but I can’t, I’m pretty fucking drunk dude.
I miss you bro.
I haven’t slept in weeks, when I do manage to fall asleep I dream about Chuck and Penelope. The 2 of them share a bond I have yet to figure out. Perhaps it’s because Chuck is the first person she came in contact with that day in the driveway. In my dreams Chuck is showing me something related to our friendship and Penelope is running around, not escaping but out of my site and it makes me scared. Malcolm is always by my side. I don’t know what to make of my dreams. They haunt me for days on end. Perhaps I’m subconsciously afraid of suffering another catastrophic loss in my life, I’ve always held a special place in my heart for little Penelope. I have so much pain these days, I wish it would subside. I need to love again and not feel so afraid. I miss my friend, my brother.

Chuck, The last time I saw you I told you I missed you. Last time I spoke with you I told you a loved you. You told me I was your best friend.
Chuck I will keep you with me for the rest of my life, on the trails or in front of the grill eating the burgandy tips. I will shotgun a bud in your honor after each ride and on Christmas eve.
Danielle and I will look after Heather and will give her anything she needs, forever.
You will always be my best friend, my brother .
You are everybody’s best friend.
I miss you so much.
I’ll talk to you Saturday buddy.
-Dave