Funeral Service

In a world experiencing unprecedented disasters, it is wise for all church leaders to be able to step
in and conduct a funeral service should the emergency arise

Mom Linda, SheWolf wanted to be here with us but we could not come up with an alternative and she
could not get the night off due to shortages in the work force, but please know David and all of you that
she certainly is here in heart and spirit. She and David formed a bonding friendship in the time that he
was with us.

Even though Davidís son Dale David Dade, after his great grandfather David Dale, could not be here
with us tonight, I will be sending this file to his Grandmother Connie for him to see and know this.
Dale, your father always spoke to us here about you. You need to know that he loved you more than life
itself, and was always thinking about you and what he could someday do for you. He was most anxious
to make that trip to see you. He loved you Grandson. He loved you. Never ever forget him and pay no
attention to fools who make speak bad of him. He was a good, kind, loving man.

Dearly beloved. I speak unto you of WakanTanka, the great spirit, and his Manitou, the great white wolf,
leader of all that we have become since the conception of this our Wolfpack. We have tried as we vowed
to help many people and we have accomplished much as we have walked this path side by side.
You have and are helping now me and my family, you, just by your presense here. I thank you from
the very bottom of this scarred and battered heart, and I speak for all who knew and loved David Lee Dade.
I was blessed and honored to behold a love, a great love. Never before in my entire lifetime have I beheld the love,
the devotion that I witnessed from Samantha Lucia Eastty-Dade. As she held and spoke with David as he
drew his last breath, a single silver tear slid slowly down his left cheek. Samantha dried the tear and kept it.
Our son, our nephew, our brother, our love crossed the river knowing he was loved. Samantha said he
looked at peace. Thank you lord for this.


Gentle Spirit, I ask that you take my son David Lee Dade into your flock and guide him,
love him, hold him, make him young and healthy once more.I know that father Nashoba Baleli will be
with you in guiding this gentle soul to his lasting home. All his loved ones that passed before him will be
there to greet and make him welcome. Please Place your loving , warming healing hands upon the brow
of this beloved one. Let him be a strong, proud, brave man as he was here in this our life on Earth. I pray
in my name, Lindas name, Samanthaís name and all his family. In your names we hold our heads high and
pray to you WakanTanka, the father, the son and the holy ghost. amen


Thess.4: 13: But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep,
that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope.
For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord, that we which are alive and remain unto the coming of
the Lord shall not prevent them which are asleep.
For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the
trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first:
Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord
in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.
Wherefore comfort one another with these words.
Revelation 21: And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth
were passed away; and there was no more sea.
And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride
adorned for her husband.
And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will
dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God.
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow,
nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write: for
these words are true and faithful.
And he said unto me, It is done. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give unto
him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely.
He that overcometh shall inherit all things; and I will be his God, and he shall be my son.

Isaiah 57: 1: The righteous perisheth, and no man layeth it to heart: and merciful men are
taken away, none considering that the righteous is taken away from the evil to come.
He shall enter into peace: they shall rest in their beds, each one walking in his uprightness.


Friends / Neighbours / Work associates / Acquaintances of the deceased;

I recall when he was younger, I believe it was Christmas time. His mother Connie and I were dressed
handsomely and so was David. We were sitting on the sofa and I was holding david, his mother looking
on and smiling. This is one of my most favourite pictures of david.

Another memory I have always treasured.
One day I was in the kitchen doing something.
David was trying his little best to be of help. The phone rang. He started running into the living
room shouting, Iíll get it dad. He picked up the phone. I could hear him clearly. He said,
Godís house, Jesus speaking. He was silent for a moment, then said, dad itís for you.
It was my boss Joseph on the phone. I took the phone and all I heard for more than
30 seconds was my boss laughing out loud. he touched the hearts of everyone he met
He had many interests: Was never happier when he was out in the shed just talking with me.
Out in the little park we have, in the area where he barbecued steaks, working on a project with me,
or just playing music he thought we both might like.
He was very considerate of mom Linda and tried his best to be quiet when he knew she needed rest.
He was good at calling people he loved just to let them know he cared..
In a world where most people put their own rights in the forefront; he thought only of his
responsibilities and duty.
He was a tireless worker, lenient with others, ruthless with himself. . Always grateful for what
you did for him.
I remember his words of wisdom to me his father.
We miss him - badly!
He had a sense of humour, He liked seeing people smile and laugh.. . A funeral, bear in mind,
is not journey's end. It's simply the end of the journey on this section of the Highway of Life.

They 'all wept, and bewailed him: but he said, Weep not; he is not dead, but sleepeth.(Luke 8:49-56)
Our friend David sleepeth; but I go, that I may awake him out of sleep. (John 11:1-44)
I am the resurrection and the life. he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live:
God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow,
nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. (Rev.21:1-4)

Samantha Lucia Eastty-Dade will now speak on the one she loved and showed such devotion to.

How do you put words on a page to encompass a mans life or what it meant to me.
David was the other half to who I was. He was like a campfire marshmallow.
Toasted on the outside and soft on the inside.
The world was not a kind place to him, he suffered through so much and yet
I saw a gentleness in him I have rarely seen in anyone. Acceptance of people ,
love of animals, breadth of knowledge, appreciation and nurturing for nature.
He kissed small kitties, treasured a small teddy bear during his illness
and gave me a more complete love than I have ever known.
He and I shared something so special and true, so unique so magical that the loss of him
has opened a chasm in my being that will remain until the end of time.
Knowing he could save an injured bird , nurse it back to health and set it free
says a lot about a man.
He sent me poems and e cards and told me how much I meant to him
and how much he missed me when I was not with him.
H e would have been my champion, my protector, my knight throughout my life,
there was never anything more special than when he dropped to his knees
and asked me to marry him. He wore my ring and I wore his,
we pledged love to each other for eternity.
David is all I ever wanted in a man and he called me his lady,
his mi amore, his du vaquera, his soulmate
So I offer 4 poems in his memory

True, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
Alfred Tennyson Ė 1850

This is by Thomas Moore
Farewell, but whenever you welcome the hour
That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower,
Then think of the friend who once welcom'd it too,
And forgot his own griefs to be happy with you.

His griefs may return, not a hope may remain,
Of the few that had brighten'd his pathway of pain,
But he ne'er will forget the short vision that threw,
It's enchantment around him, while ling'ring with you.

And still on that evening when pleasure fills up,
To the highest top sparkle each heart and each cup,
Where 'ere my path lies, be it gloomy or bright,
My soul, happy friends, shall be with you that night

Shall join in your revels, your sports, and your wiles,
And return to me beaming, all o'er with your smiles.
Too, blest if it tells me that 'mid the gay cheer,
Some kind voice had murmer'd, "I wish he were here!"

Let Fate do her worst, there are relics of joy,
Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy,
Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care,
And bring back the features that joy used to wear.

Long, long be my heart with such memories fill'd,
Like the vase in which roses have once been distill'd.
You may break, you may ruin the vase if you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang 'round it still.

Miss Me, But Let Me Go

Author Unknown

When I come to the end of the road,
and the sun has set for me.
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a littleóbut not too long,
and not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that was once shared.
Miss me, but let me go.

For this is a journey we all must take,
and each must go alone.
Itís all a part of the masterís plan,
a step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart,
go to the friends we know.
Bear your sorrow in good deeds.
Miss me, but let me go

David will always be a part of me, and through him connie and don, mom and dad..
Thank you both so much for sharing him with me. And making me part of your lives

This is a poem i wrote for him, which he read

Sammieís Song

There was a day before I knew you,
That there was no need for anticipation,
No desire to be one,
No longing for anything more than what I am
or was.

Then you came
In the form of words on the computer,
A connection, a searching, you morphed into someone,
Part of my soul,
Anchored in my heart,

You talked to me of all that makes you, you,
Told me your secrets,
Me, I opened like a flower, petal of resistance after petal of resistance
opening to you, unfurling the dreams held deep inside
Lighting a fire that would not subside
Pulling me to you,
Nowhere to hide
You were the moon and the sun, your pull to me,
Of me,
For me,
Was everything.
All hours of the day,
The night,
My mind was wrapped around you wrapped in your promise.

We touched,
I know you felt it too,
In a way unlike any other could do.
Obsessed, confessed, souls bared,
I cared and
You drew me to you
You said you loved me,
You teased me,
You made me feel as if I was the one,
the one of your dreams,
The perfect one for you.
You made me feel special
Each day you added fuel to the flame in my heart
whether it was just waiting for me,
Wanting me to be there,
Always inquiring into another piece of who I was
you wanted to know me,
Always excited to talk or type,
You wanted me.
Now I sit with tears in my eyes
trying not to weep
For things
That I canít keep.

I sit and look at the screen
where once excitement leapt
the moment you came into view
now there is no you.
When once you called to me,
from dreams, from sleep
now the vigil I keep
In the wee hours of the morn
feeling forlorn

There is nothing that could express the place you truly held
In my heart
My life
My soul.
I love you mi amore, my king, my word wizard, my love

may the gentle winds console us
and may david find peace, at long last.

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