So sorry indeed to hear of David's passing, but comforted by the knowledge that the continuation of the pain that he had to endure so much in this life is at an end.
When someone dies, we often think, sometimes immediately, of some one special quality in the person that stood out to us in his life, that announced "this is who I was."
In David's case, for me, it was that, despite the ravages of illness that beset him so much, he never complained, never expressed bitterness at his lot, never grievously asked "why me?"
Rather, he accepted the lot that fate had given him nobly, and in dealing with it showed us all a courage to be admired.
I probably can't locate it now, but I remember once replying to a post he had made about
a particularly burdensome time he was having with an ailment, that he seemed to me like a St. George on horseback fighting the PCa dragon, and that he was showing the same kind of courage and determination as the saint on the white charger.
https://pixels.com/featured/saint-george-and-the-dragon-fortunino-matania.htmlBut I now see him riding that charger in total triumph, the PCa dragon now vanquished, and gone forever.
May you rest in peace now, David, for you fought the good fight and you fought it well.