The news reached us on the road. We were superior to just about whether we should buy the Jayco (next entry), because we had previously seen in Temecula, or not. On a long exchange of views reflective silence. And it is in this silence Benoit's phone beeped. Or rather, it bluppte , because if he gets an SMS, then it makes Blip , as if a drop falls from the tap into the pool. He takes the phone (which is really not his style), reading and suddenly I heard him exclaim "Oh no, Sch ... no, that may not be true! He hands me the phone and I read the message: Dave died last night. It was his 48th Birthday . Benoit next to me groaned and I only had one wish, namely to take over the driving, but in the dense traffic in the middle lanes of 7 was quite impossible. I almost could feel his pain.
Dave was one of the few colleagues with whom Benoit met privately. Many times the two were sailing together and a couple of times with Dave was also one of our family trips on the sailing boat. He was always a pleasant company. On one of these common Sailing the conversation turned to Yann and his enthusiasm for playing the saxophone. When we mentioned that we thought to find him a private tutor Dave told us about his encounter with a young saxophonist, he had heard in Toulouse and was just in San Diego. And so it happened that we have in Julien not only a great saxophone teacher Yann but also a very valuable friend found us. Dave and Benoit have their sailing sometimes talked about how she dreamed of taking a long vacation from work and traveled by sailboat, the world's oceans. In his forties, life seems so long that you can let the dream time. Last year Dave learned that he had Leukemic. The treatments are said to very good, so were all hopeful that he comes back on its feet. But in the last few weeks it seemed steep downhill to go. The end came unexpectedly quickly anyway. He was 2 days before his death at work!
Dave unfortunately had no chance to realize his dream. We will not forget Dave. And he has secretly promised him to live in honor of our dream.

The news came when we were off. We had just to think if we would buy the Jayco (next post) we had seen earlier in the day in Temecula and in this lively exchange of ideas, a thoughtful silence followed. And that's when the phone rang Benoit. Or rather he was blubb like a drop of water falling from the faucet in the sink. He takes his phone and see the message that has just returned (which is not his style for that matter) and suddenly, I hear him exclaim: Me ...! No, it's not true. Oh no! He passes me the phone and I read the message: Dave died last night. It was his 48th birthday . Beside me, I heard moaning Benoit and I wanted one thing, being able to drive, but in the middle of the 7 lanes in heavy traffic was virtually impossible. I felt her pain as if it was mine.
Dave was one of the few colleagues Benoit also saw in private. The two often went sailing together a few times, Dave was with us during our boat trips as a family. He was always an agreeable companion. In a what these outputs, as part of a conversation about the enthusiasm for the saxophone and Yann our intention to find a private teacher, Dave told us about a young saxophonist he had heard play Toulouse, who was currently in San Diego. Thus we found not only a superb teacher Sax Yann but a friend who is very dear. When their boat trips, the two men spoke often of their dreams take a long leave and go around the world by boat. In the forties, life seems long enough for us to take our time to dream. Last year, Dave was diagnosed with leukemia. (Forgive me twisted phraseology). The treatment showed success and everyone was confident he would recover. But in recent weeks, he came down the hill faster. Still, nobody expected an end so quickly. Two days before his death he was still at work. "
Unfortunately, Dave has not had the chance to live his dream. We will not forget. And we have promised him that in his honor, we will live our dream!