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Dave

April 23, 2007

A good friend of mine passed away suddenly last Friday. Best guy around.

At White River

Olya

Dave

Nieiwe Kerk

Dave Joe

Dave Guitar

Heineken

Bad (perfect) timing on this shot. Kinda like “Country Bumpkins go to Europe”.

Yokels

I don’t have the words to explain how much I already miss him.

David

2 comments

  1. There’s not enough to say about a guy who meant so much to all of us who knew him. But then, Dave stretched himself so far, to so many people, that his influence is sure to have rippled far beyond those of us lucky enough to have known him well.

    What hurts me, personally, is that Dave and I savored our friendship slowly. I had every intention that over years, if not decades, we would percolate a relationship that would be rich and rooted. Those young roots have been ripped from the earth now, no chance to spread them further. There’s a regret there, but one that perhaps could not have been done differently.

    If you’re looking for something to do to honor this man’s memory: read a good book, enjoy a little tequila of quality, learn to sing a song–any song, tell a really bad joke–multiple times, and just maybe–wear a scarf European style.


  2. I just found out yesterday from my sister, Kathryn, that David had died. We were together for ten years. He and I moved to Vashon Island many years ago. Time passes, but we don’t forget the ones we have loved-even if we haven’t seen them for a long time. My love goes out to his family-they were always so good to me. Mary



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