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

Sammie:
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 – 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 little—but 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.
It’s all a part of the master’s 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

Sammie’s 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
Treasured
Important
Adored
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 can’t 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
Yours,
Samantha

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