I am a frequent visitor of a local coffee shop known as the Pourhouse. It’s the kind of place where you walk in and everyone knows your name, you can always count on getting the scoop on the local gossip, and perhaps take a moment to admire photos of the “sick lines” enjoyed by one of the barista’s during his most recent pow sesh.
This morning upon my arrival, I inquired as to the well-being of one of my favorite baristas, Dave. Due to previous conversations, I knew that he was planning on leaving the county for greener pastures and because I hadn’t seen him in a few weeks, I assumed that he had already left.
I was shocked to learn that he had passed away last week; hit a tree while skiing at Breck and had died upon impact. I had heard about a death at Breck last week, but details had not been released and in the midst of end of season chaos, I had brushed the news off with little consideration.
It’s funny how the gravity of that consideration changes when you realize that you knew the person, not just knew, genuinely enjoyed the company of the person involved. Life is fragile thing and I guess when your time is up, your time is up.
Cheers Dave. Your happy, adventurous spirit will be missed. We’ll ski some sick lines in your honor this weekend.