I have know David for many years.  We had many fun times with him, his Mom Pauline, our friend Mary and her 4 children and then latter my husband Brian.
We went to Benson's Animal Farm one time.  We had many laughs playing Trivial Pursuit with other friends, the Naylors.  David had many versions of this game.
Brian and David went to a number of Patriots football games at the courtesy of his brother who gave him the tickets. Yes, he did love music very much.  It was an escape for him.  We went to an Eric Clapton concert with him.  Brian and he went to a Jethro Tull concert as well.  He had been attending the church we belong to: it was very nice to see him there. He brought his cousin John and once he brought his son to church.  We were very surprised to hear of his passing.  Our sympathy goes out to the family.

Brian & Lillian McGinty

My brother, David Evan Whittemore, five years my junior, was a kind and compassionate person. Unfortunately, life was not nearly as gracious to him. David, for myriad reasons, was always misunderstood. His life was wrought with challenges. Yet, as his brother I knew and appreciated his love and kindness.

David was a lifelong resident of Methuen; it was the only home he ever knew. He married and had a son, one he dearly loved and who provided him with a sense of immense pride. Meanwhile, I had moved to California, married and had two children of my own. Regrettably, my children never had the opportunity to know David as their uncle.

As David proceeded down his life's path, it began to become apparent to those who interacted with him that there was something terribly amiss. His personality, vibrant and gregarious as a child, had suddenly become volatile and caused him to lash out at those trying to support and comfort him. None of us realized the extent to which he was struggling. It was not until very late in his life, unbeknownst to us and far too late, that he, like many others, was suffering from mental health related issues. This ailment/disease afflicts millions, yet for those of us fortunate enough to escape its hold, we lack the knowledge and, in many cases, the courage to address the issue head-on. As such, my brother was forced to face this harsh reality and its associated repercussions by himself. I cannot begin to imagine the courage and fortitude it required on his part to deal with these challenges on a daily basis while also trying to live a "normal" life. I, for one, would not have been able to endure the pain. In acknowledging my own inability to persevere and adapt, I have no doubt that David was attacking these challenges to the best of his ability and far more effectively than most. This has become evident as I begin to tend to his personal affairs. In as much, I am amazed at his strength and immense desire to succeed.

As I pay tribute to my brother, I'd like us all to reflect on his many positive traits and passions. One that immediately comes to mind is his love of music and its cathartic affect helping him through troubled times. Let us pause for a moment of reflection to recall a song that touches our hearts and represents a meaningful moment in our respective lives. While replaying the melody and lyrics in our minds, please allow a smile to crease your lips and wish my brother a fond farewell.

In closing, I pray to God that David takes his rightful place in Heaven and that he will realize the comfort and peace he was denied in life, but so richly deserves now. I know that our mother is anxiously awaiting his arrival and will greet him with open arms and undying love.

God Bless You David.