Most folks called him Dave. I didn't.He was David to me- the David of myth and folklore. A David who would slay giants for the people he loved. He was my best friend. We talked for hours, about life, his daughters, his grandchildren. They were all his daughters not step, his. He was so proud of them all. His caring made him so vulnerable and special. He would talk about politics, and economics and sports and food and wine and my work, at which he would always shake his head, crazy woman, he'd say. You're crazy- but keep on. I cooked, he nagged at the mess I would make of the kitchen. And we would sit and talk as we ate, for hours. I gave him a set of new pots once- 'cause Jeanne and I ruined the old ones. There are people in this life who make a dent in the universe. You know they were here. David, my David, his friends' Dave, his families Dave, he made a dent in the universe. He was kind, generous to a fault, funny,he made you laugh and cry. He could break bread with kings and maids. They were all the same to him. Within the first 3 minutes of my meeting him he told me he was a Christian. Ok- he did carry on, he was a wild man. Ok no one who knew him would say he was a saint. But yes he was a Christian- one who loves without judging.He loved, he took care of people, from his beloved children… Never ever have I seen that magnitude of love, toward Greg and Jeanne and Lyn, and all his friends and family. I am blessed to have known and been loved by him.In many ways he was my role model. And he taught me a lesson or two. Don't lose touch with those you love. Life is short. I wasn't there to hold his hand at the end. But there has not been one day ever since I met him that I have not prayed for him. A very special man who will live on for many of us. And what a party when we next meet. With a full bar. Love you David for all you were to us all. My heart goes out to all who knew and loved him- especially his girls.
