EULOGY ... mine

​This, my own eulogy, is another post that will change with time.

​As the calligraphy that curls and swirls to paint the pages of our days flows from shade to shade and through the soft and elegant strokes of a poet to those of a madman's pressing pen shredding the dancing days swept like pages through the storybook that was David, I'll change the way I'd like my final words to come out.

​Whether he was to you a hero or a villain, a brother in arms or a bitter enemy, friend or foe, know that David cherished above all things being part of your story and the fact that you helped to write his.

David's first life lesson was love. He learned to love before he could speak or walk.

He learned how to love from his mother, a lady that loved everyone and everything she came into contact with. A lady that also forever emblazoned the definition of human and super hero in his mind as the type of person he wanted to one day become. She gave him his bearing, but the rest of the world would dictate his course.

He learned who to love from a collection of old Pinups that his grandpa had stashed in a cigar box in the shed.

He learned what to love from an old truck that sat in his grandmother's driveway, rich with the smell of hunting trips, gunpowder, and the occasional cigarette puffed in sneaky haste.

David loved his wife for more reasons than he could ever count, but mostly for always playing the softer, kinder, and caring side to his untamed, harsh, and undisciplined ways. Brenda was to him, more than a friend, more than a lover, and more than his wife. David looked to her as superhuman, and as an embodiment of everything that he would never be good enough to become. She grew more beautiful to him with each passing day, and to call her the love of his life would be a tremendous understatement.

​Most men will never know the force that drives them to be better, David held hands with his motivation every single day. Brenda weathered his childlike antics and embraced his flaws. It was her that defined his purpose, it was her alone from which David ever felt a constant where departure had played a starring role in the majority of his life. He owes her more than words or gifts can ever repay, and he reveled in every single moment that with her he could share a smile.

He loved his children for their promise of doing things better than he had. He cherished the days that became years and one by one took them away from home. He measured their success not in dollars, but in their individual ability to love. His sons and daughters inked into him were gifts that he would show to the world at any opportunity. Most spend their days with the hopes of saying "look at what I have". David, through his children was proud to say, "Look at what I've left".

He loved his motorcycle for the fact that she shined even when the days were grey and stormy. He loved Guitars and Old Trucks because they spoke to a soul that he believed in his heart was born too late.

He loved sunsets, the ocean, and the warmth of the tropics because they marked, for him, a recognition of a time in her life when his mother was finally content.

He always had a place in his heart for the small and humble things that nature would show to him. His words, "We are one on this trip through the stars" was his small way of letting his guard down and embracing one small soul at a time, all of the things that walk this planet of ours.

He was a servant to those that he loved, his passion was their happiness, and it was bottomless.

As our glasses are raised, a final toast to the energy that each of us knew... cheers.