We know that David touched an untold number of lives, reflected in the incredible outpouring of people from all over the world who attended his levaya and came to pay their respects to the family during the shiva.
We know that he literally saved lives, both on the battlefield and in the blogosphere, as told through countless stories and personal anecdotes shared by familiar faces and strangers alike.
We know that his brave stand against the perpetrators and enablers of sexual abuse has galvanized other survivors to break down the walls of denial and fear, shining a searing light on one of the darkest corners of our community.
We know that even those who persist in the suicide narrative have chosen to focus on the courage and effectiveness of his advocacy, according his life’s mission the respect it deserves.
We know that the legacy of his life far outweighs the uncertainty of his death, and no amount of speculation can dim our collective awe at what he achieved in his 21 years.
We know that David lives on, in the words he spoke and wrote, and in the lives he so indelibly touched.
And we know that everything I’ve written here, David would have said it better.