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| I decided to use this background again. For a special reason. It has almost been 6 months since "My Bro" left us to live in Heaven. He was a avid Earnhardt fan. If possible I know that he has been watching ever race with Dale Sr. Everyone keeps saying with time it gets easier. So far, we have been through Thanksgiving,Christmas,Easter and David's birthday. April 25,2004 he would have been 45. My heart aches everyday and breaks every other day for "My Bro". So far, I can't tell it has gotten any easier. I know some folks have been able to put everything behind them and move foward. But for my Parents and me we are just taking the days as they come. Dealing with them the best we can. I have also had people tell me, David's death should not have been unexpected. Due to his poor health. And it wasn't, we all knew it was coming. Somehow that doesn't make the pain of missing him any less. I still even though he didn't drive but one time in the last year of his life and that was the Sunday before he died on Thursday. I see a gray Chevy van or a White Jimmy I look at it. Knowing far and will it is not him I can't help but look. Maybe it is just the memories. Up until that last year, he manage to drive and go get him something to eat, buy groceries,etc. He had some more determination. He just refused to give up. That last year Daddy would take him to Wal-Mart and he would ride that like shopping scooter thing. I find myself still looking for him. He loved to go to Wal-Mart and Daddy would take him everyday he was able to go. I am sure everyone that loose's a loved one has these same feelings. Sometimes I wonder would it be as bad had I another sibling. I guess it would. Because no one could be David. I can see a lot of his actions in my son, Ken has that same love of cars and speed and is learning to be the mechanic his Uncle David was. I know David was proud of Ken's interest in cars and building the motor. I could see it in his smile. David was the best mechanic around. One time Ken had torn the Motor in his Mustang down and had it running but it just needed some tweaking. David came out here and we fixed him a good place to sit down on the driveway where Ken was working. David just kinda turned his head and listened to the motor for a few minutes and told Ken what to do to fix it. There was just one little problem between David and Ken. David was a Chevy man and Ken a Ford. Boy, could they ever get into some ragging each other over that. When I started this page, I was crying my eyes out and now with these sweet memories I am smiling. I am so thankful that God gives us these precious memories of our loved one that have gone. For without them I don't know how we would survive. And for the years he gave me with my Brother for they are cherished. And the little bit of David I see in Ken. |
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| The song playing is: Farther Along My Brother we well understand it By and By. I requested this be played at David's funeral. |