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When ever I hear this song, I think of David

Who'd You Be Today - Kenny Chesney

Sunny days seem to hurt the most.
I wear the pain like a heavy coat.
I feel you everywhere I go.
I see your smile, I see your face,
I hear you laughing' in the rain.
I still can't believe you're gone.

It ain't fair: you died too young,
Like the story that had just begun,
But death tore the pages all away.
God knows how I miss you,
All the hell I've been through,
Just knowing' no-one could take your place.
An' sometimes I wonder,
Who'd you be today?

Would you see the world? Would you chase your dreams?
Settle down with a family,
I wonder what would you name your babies?
Some days the sky's so blue,
I feel like I can talk to you,
An' I know it might sound crazy.

It ain't fair: you died too young,
Like the story that had just begun,
But death tore the pages all away.
God knows how I miss you,
All the hell I've been through,
Just knowing' no-one could take your place.
An' sometimes I wonder,
Who you'd be today?

Today, today, today.
Today, today, today.

Sunny days seem to hurt the most.
I wear the pain like a heavy coat.
The only thing that gives me hope,
Is I know I'll see you again some day.
Some day, some day, some day.

I met David on August 19, 2002. I was sent a link to one of his poems, “Strands of Rope”

I think God knew I was going to need him. David was there for me, he listened to me, and was a shoulder for me to lean on.

David was in my life for six months and 10 days, before he lost his battle to cancer and Crones Disease. He touched my life in so many ways. I have often heard the saying, that all kinds of people come into our lives and stay forever. And some come into our lives, and stay only for a moment, but while they are here, they do the job God had for them to do, and then they leave. For me, David was that person.

I always knew in the back of my mind, that he would be taken from us, those who loved him. In a way, he prepared us. He had cancer, and was in remission. But sometime after that, it came back with a vengeance, and took him too soon from this world. He also lived with Crones Disease for many years. He never once complained. And when he was at his sickest, he still went on, helping to encourage others who were going though things. He was such a strong person. To me, he is an angel. And I was blessed to have him in my life for those 6 months and 10 days.

I am still in touch with his mom, who I talk to on the phone and through letters. She misses her son very much. David was cremated, and his urn is made from a 100 year old Oak tree, and it has a beautiful wolf engraved into it. His mom, Tracy keeps her son’s ashes in her bedroom, on the fire place mantel.

To read David's poetry on The Starlite Cafe, please click here: Shadowfire

Photos of David