"Dawn it is with deep sympathy that I send this message to you, Trig, Seth and families. I have many memories of my best man to share I consider David one of the best friends I have had. I am ashamed that I did not keep in touch with you and David after we moved to Florida. David and I used to write notes to each other on our legs one letter at a time during church services in our choir robes. He let me drive for the first time. That old Ford station wagon his dad had. While I was making a left turn out of the park I swerved to far right and hit a traffic sign we quickly changed drivers. Nothing ever became of the incident. I was so honored to be his best man when he married you. To be honest, that was the first time I was in a Catholic church. I was intimidated that I would mess up. I remember Colleen and Her mother Jaunita attending. I remember writing David from my dorm room while he was in Vietnam. I didn't ask him about his experience in Nam. I'm not sure whether I didn't want to hear what he had gone through or I just wanted things to be the way they were before he left. I was so happy that he returned safely. Of course Dave was my Best Man. Those white tux jackets were quite the style back then. You were with us on that great day. I remember visiting you and David when Trig was born in your trailer (excuse me ...) your mobile home. On they way back to Terre Haute Colleen and I decided to get pregnant. Then you and Dave brought Colleen to me to Fort Leonard Wood on my birthday weekend to give me baby clothes to tell me she was PG. Remember Coe got a speeding ticket. You and Davie visited us in our first house on Second Street. We visited you in your first two houses. The last one was the two story by the park. You both were very proud and happy with that house as well you should be. Aaron had to talk to David at work at Crane while Aaron was in the Marines about an avionics black box. Small world. As you know I lost Colleen in 2003 so I know what you are going through. I wish I could say that as time goes on it gets a lot better to accept Dave's passing. And it does a little. Colleen is never far from my thoughts. Yes, I have days when I don't think about her but in an instant, for any unknown reason she is right there. Sometimes I smile at the memory and sometime I get mad that God took here too early. You have your sons and grandchildren and they will be your support. I'll end with a poem that I received in a condolence card when Coe died. I keep it on my bulletin board and read it every not and then: Funeral Poem You can shed tears that they are gone, or you can smile because they have lived. You can close your eyes and pray that they come back, or you can open your eyes and see all they have left. Your heart can be empty because you can't see them, or you can be full of the love you shared. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember them and only that they are gone, or you can cherish their memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back, or you can do what they would want: Smile, open your eyes, love and go on. Again my deepest sympathies. Sam Clark samuclark@yahoo.com"