“ Amy spoke of the “magical uncle” who wasn’t so big on kids, but adored his two nieces. “He took them to Disneyland a few years ago,” she remembers, “and God, he hated stuff like that! Just all the people and the parking and the driving in L.A. But he absolutely delighted in being with them.” His mother talked about him as a husband who had, in Karen, found his best friend and soul mate. A painter and mixed media artist with her own art gallery, Beautiful Crap, in Claremont, Karen had met Wallace through a mutual friend and married him on Dec. 27, 2004, in the Champaign County Courthouse in Urbana. “The happiest he had ever been in his life was being married to Karen,” his mother says. “She was the one ideal person on the planet for him, and thank God he found her.
Have you had your morning cry yet? Slate’s piece on the final days of David Foster Wallace will do the trick. (via fek)
1 year ago“Inevitably our thought was, if only he could have held on a little bit longer,” says sister Amy. “And then we realized, he did. How many extra weeks had he hung in there when he just couldn’t bear it? So we’re not angry at him. Not at all. We just miss him.”
