in less than two months...i have been to six memorial services...and although they are never easy...last nite's was the hardest...david was only 25 years old...
there is always sadness attached to death...but somehow it is easier to accept for someone who has lived a good long life...
at 25...you still have your whole life ahead of you...david did not...
it was a beautiful service...the place was packed beyond capacity...all the pews were full...people were standing on the sides of the pews...in the back...in the side room...and outside...
david was loved...
as people got up to speak about david...it struck me how one after the other...the same message rang through...david loved to make people happy...david loved to make people laugh...david cared about people...
two stories that really tugged at my heart...two separate incidents that showed david's character...his heart...what he did when no one was looking...
the first was a young man who got up to speak...he said that he was david's neighbor...his father had passed away in may...and david came over every day to spend time with him, cry, talk, listen...to make sure he was ok...this young man said that even his closest friends didn't do that...the people that he had expected would be there for him...and the person he least expected...was the one that showed up...not once, not twice...but often...
the second...was shared by pastor jerry...he said one time he received a text from david asking if he had the phone number of an individual...pastor jerry looked it up...and texted him back with the information...pastor jerry than received another text from david...and it said..."thanks pastor jerry...i love you!"
pastor jerry told us what an impact that had on him...first that a young guy would be so open and vulnerable with feelings...and second...that he was not afraid to tell people how he felt...
deaths are a part of life...and the memorial services...yes, they are to pay respect to the deceased...and to support the family and friends...but it also is a reminder...that we are not promised tomorrow...
i will miss seeing david sitting in front of my house...waiting for his friend (my cousin) to come out and meet him...i smile now as i think of all the times he saw me...and was so excited to say hello...as if i was the most important person on the block...
that is how david was...
these are his brother robert's words...
the light at the end of the horizon leads us in different directions throughout our lives...my brother lived every day to the fullest...his life was filled with love, support and the drive to be someone in life...he touched everyone's life that he knew...and he will never be forgotten...we will never comprehend why he was taken from us so early during his life...but we will honor the legacy and memories he left behind...some things in life we will never understand...some will beat themselves over and over again...trying to determine why this happened...in these difficult times, we must remember that although his body is not with us anymore, his soul will live forever in all of our hearts...
from the thoughts in your head to the tears on your face, remember these immortal words with a smile:
"my name is david, i have a red jeep and it goes beep beep" =)
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