Ladies and Gentlemen:
In honor and memory of my 6’2” with eyes of blue and very kind and considerate too — who will never be forgotten.
Dave Pearson — November 1, 1938 – June 8, 2008.
Dave became a “free spirit” a year ago and I really really miss him. We always figured there would be an accident or some such thing and we would go together or Dave teased that he would live to be 130 and be shot by a jealous husband. But that was not meant to be — something went amiss. I wish we would have had a lot more time being together and doing the things we enjoyed doing. Simple things like talking, walking, holding hands, tickling each other, fun drives, enjoying the scenery and listening to music. I wish we had taken the train ride across the Canadian Rockies like he wanted to do and had gone on the odyssey trip so he could find Utopia.
What a “special guy.” I am so lucky to have met you and had the privilege to have been married to you.?
I miss my buddy.