So many jokes with that title. Like "How could a Dallas Cowboy go to heaven? He's in Dallas! He's already in Hell!"
Sadly, we lost a true Cowboy. Not just a Cowboy fan. But a true blue, dyed in the wool, southern drawl, throw your coat down on a puddle for a woman - Cowboy.
Cowboy Dave as you know him, but Dave Gilliam to me, passed away around January 30th.
I say "around" because Dave had a heart attack in his home and wasn't found until January 30th. The Medical Examinerhas ruled natural causes, but also ruled that Dave could have been dead up to 10 days. Alone.
I "spoke" via text with Dave back on January 18th. We talked about my upcoming trip to GA and our ties to UGA. He sent me a joke via email that night that I never got a chance to respond to. I wish I had.
Dave and I had many late night talks. Whenever life was overwhelming for me, he just KNEW and all of a sudden my phone would ring and I'd hear that sweet soft southern drawl.. "You OK KP ?.. Man, I will miss that.
The world is a far better place having had Dave be a part of it. I'm really not sure what I can say that you know or don't know, care or don't care.
I guess I just wanted to write this for me.
I found out he passed because today is his birthday. He would have been 55. I went to his Facebook page to wish him a happy birthday.. only to have his family tell me the news.
I posted anyway. My post says:
I hope you loved him too. Or at the least, respected him.