David and Michelle gave me a few minutes alone and then came over and sat down next to me, one on each side. Something so comforting about this—I realized that my siblings were in my life long before Dave was. We talked about how if we were lucky, the three of us would live long enough to bury our parents—and we would do it there—together. And so life continues with them. Not with Dave but with them. I can grow old with David and Michelle by my side as they always have been.
