- 52 years old
- Date of birth: Jun 3, 1962
- Place of birth:
Honolulu, Hawaii, United States
- Date of passing: Jun 6, 2014
- Place of passing:
Reading, Michigan, United States
|David always gave away his belongings , so his personal phrase would be: " Now that all that is left of me is love: Give Me Away."|
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, David Dove, 52, born on June 3, 1962 and who died in a horrific housefire on June 6, 2014. We will remember him forever. We will never forget the kind heart that beat in his chest.
No one will ever know what his final moments entailed, but his family would give anything to know his passing was swift and that he knows how much he was loved.
" Heaven must have needed a hero."
"Your baby brother Wesley married yesterday on August 13,2016,
They had, where one entered the stone wedding barn, a row of pictures of Wes and his bride-to-be, and there they placed a picture of you with a little sign that said In Memory Of. Nothing too morbid or anything, but you were not forgotton."
"It is raining and cooling off, and you always loved a good rainstorm. There are so many things I think about that remind me of you, They usually make me smile and then, the sadness returns because I never again can share anything with you.
The same thoughts come when Bobby picked a quart of fresh black raspberries for me.
I thought about the fact you always planted tomato plants so that i would have that fresh tomato taste every summer,
I cannot smell cantaloupe without that you come to mind,(Baron, too, and I have never seen any other dog eat cantaloupe rinds!) I see Weimaraners on TV and I think of Old Silver Bullet Julius and , of course, Baron,
Your nephews all miss Uncle Dave, so much, it is so apparent. The little guys like to visit your spot with me, Parker will go but it bothers him to do so, so I do not ask unless I need something done there.
Your father still has not seen your beautiful stone, but others have told him about it. I cannot fix him, he will have to deal with things in his own way.
We all still say your name and we will always love you."
"Birthday time rolls around, but you are not here, so what does that make this day? Just painful is what I would say. The tears have not left my face since I woke up about 5:30 AM.
Why did you have to go? Why was it not me instead?
All I can think of is should you have cheesecake, ice cream cake or cherry pie for a special birthday treat? And, of course, no need for any of them.
I wish I could know what your favorite birthday involved. I can't, of course, but I'll bet it was your 19th when I bought your wonder dog: Dove's Silver Bullet Julius. He had to be the world's smartest dog. One word, and he followed instructions. I am sure, if there is a heaven, that Julius was watching for you and his ears perked up and he whined for you. He was not surprised you had Baron Von Weimarner with you when you died. He knew you needed another companion. He was not jealous, Baron was accepted because you picked him.
Do not know which is worse, your birthday coming around, or dreading the next few days until June 6th when you burned.
I have already taken a huge bouquet of pink and white silk peonies to the cemetery, and if I can force myself, today I will take a real bouquet of Harrison's Yellow Pioneer roses, mixed with white peonies from our yard.
Even if I cannot make myself do that, in my mind, know that I love you, but then, you already know that.
"Bittersweet memories are what we have and they are not enough for me. What am I to do? I should be past the grieving stage, but I am sure that I will never be so.
It is so cold and Michigan winters are so unforgiving that I feel maybe when winter is over, just maybe I will feel a little less melancholy,
You are thought of so many times. Some thoughts are remembered happily, some regrets are there too, mostly plans we made that cannot be fulfilled.
I once read a quote from someone that went "Though much was taken; much remains."
Your mother misses you so much,"
I can only imagine what you have gone through. As you know, I lost my son also. I am sure we are suffering through many of the same feelings. My thoughts and prayers are with you. Stay strong and remember your wonderful son. God Bless."
"My heart feels for your mom!"
"“Like the wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we are, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment.”
For as long as there are those alive who knew you, David, you will remain . I love you so,"
"Re-read the condolences messages today and one struck me and made me cry again;'
It said "Heaven must have needed a hero.""
"People are laying stones upon your memorial stone and it pleases me to see how many have visited the cemetery to honor you. I am going to put them all into a bucket, I think.
This morning is particular hard for me as I am missing you so very much and I know I must be content with only memories, but the love gets even stronger.."
"It is pouring rain to cleanse the nasty from the lot where your house once stood, proud and tidy. It has been done; your burnt shell of a house was removed by a bulldozer and buried. No one will again walk the rooms of your home, nor hear your music or TV or smell your food cooking, Baron will not patrol the premises. I cannot bear to think of anyone else owning the property however, so for now, things will remain the same. You are missed more now than even at first. There was too much left unsaid; but I hope you know how many people loved you and, of course, none more than your mother."
"Oh David, we have a letter from the Hillsdale County Zoning and we have to destroy what little was left of your home that you were so proud of. Probably just as well as the local thieves stripped it clean about 2 days after your death. It is just hard to let it go. Will this crap ever stop? It only makes me long for you to take care of business like you always did before.
Not for you to worry however, it is only a building, you are in my heart."
"No more birthday celebrations on the 3rd of June.
We miss you so much. Your name comes up almost everyday; probably more than when you were alive. I am so sorry I missed your birthday last year, but you know your brother was having surgery, still I missed your last birthday, Do you know how that makes me feel? No more June 3rd, ever, ever for me.
You were loved by so many."
"Today such a funny little thing happened.
I went into the cemetery and 2 little boys followed my car in, right to your site.
We talked a bit and they were impressed with your picture on the giant black stone.
The youngest (professing to the age of almost 6,) became excited.
He asked if it was George Washington who lay there? Referring to your beautiful silver hair which became that color at a very early age.
I know, if you could hear, that you were laughing very loudly."
"Today I am missing you so much. Is there someway that you know how much we long for you? Maybe you did not spend every moment you had on earth wisely, but you sure touched a lot of people. We will always love you. We are trying to get along with our lives but it is so hard."
"Today is terrible, frosty cold. I do not want my son to lie in the cold, cold ground but, yet, he does. I am so distraught I do not know what to do.
David your family is so lost without you. We all were aware we had family love for one another, but now that it is broken by death, we are lost. Your loving Mother"
"It is sort of ironic that Dave wanted nothing to do with computers, and here we are reading about him, our only way of keeping his memory alive so others might know what a generous person he was.
So, David Dove, you are on the computer now!"
"We have selected a beautiful polished black tombstone memorial for our missing family member, It was a very hard process, heart breaking in fact, for you realize it is yet another of those '"final" things you must do as the one left behind in this wrenching business of grieving. It will have his portrait on it, especially helpful to us, as we could not grieve in the usual way with a viewing. Already I have been told by several people how spectacular and touching your stone is. It eerily touches people , they say, as if you are there. God, I miss my boy. When will the relief come?"
"We laid Dave beside a tree, near the fence in our rural cemetery. Now we invite his friends to leave a plant (perennial) close to his tree for all who visit the cemetery to view. Everything David planted flourished and grew, and even though he was a manly-type man, he enjoyed the flowers and shrubs in his yard, and enjoyed sharing those with others."
"Losing you was a different kind of hurt.
Your family will always love you.
I never thought I could miss anyone this much."
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