|Birth: ||Oct. 30, 1967|
|Death: ||May 13, 2005|
David Donovan ATKINS
May 13, 2005
Age 37, passed away May 13, 2005. Survived by his
Moyers; step-father, Charles Moyers; father, Don Atkins;
Atkins; sister, Kathleen Moyers; grandmother, Mary Sue Atkins. A
service will be conducted at 6 p.m. Wednesday in Woodlawn Chapel
In lieu of flowers memorial contributions may be made to the
Rescue Mission. WOODLAWN-ROESCH-PATTON FUNERAL HOME, 660
Nashville, TN, (615) 383-4754. A Dignity Memorial Provider.
David, was my brother Michael's friend and at many times was homeless & lived at the Nashville Rescue Mission. David was a smart good looking guy, but he had a lot of mental problems and substance abuse problems. I can understand how a family finally gets fed up with a person & what they do to get what they need, to the point that they kick that person out of their homes and their lives.
I am glad that I knew David. He spoke at my brother's grave side service. I am forever grateful for David's life. He just got caught up in some thing that he could not stop. I know that he believed in God. We emailed each other for 3 years and I have considered him a brother.
He died of a heroin over dose.
Such a sad thing.
He was my friend.
Here is the letter that I wrote to his mother. I have not had a reply.
July 27th, 2006
Dear Mrs. Moyers,
I called your house yesterday to talk to you about David. Since I didn't hear back from you last night, I wanted to write to you.
I met David through my brother Michael, who died August 19th, 2003. Michael met David in the V.I.T.A. program at Vanderbilt. Michael was bipolar and the doctors had him on too much medication, so they had to put him in there to get him off of what he was on and get started over. It seemed nothing ever worked for him. Michael was like an older brother to David and they loved each other as brothers. I loved David too. He was always polite to me. I still have all of his e-mails for a few years. The last e-mail that I got from David was on January 24th 2005. I kept e-mailing him and I heard nothing and it was not like David. The last time that he e-mailed me he was upset because his room mate had committed suicide. After not hearing from him for a few months, I was worried that he might be dead, or in jail. I stayed on the phone 5 hours yesterday until I found out.
When Michael died I was out side in my mother's front yard, and David called and I had to tell him that Michael was dead. David went all to pieces and I heard later that he had several seizures and had to be taken to the E.R.
David never asked me for anything, except once, to give him enough money to get his I.D. where some one had stolen it. A friend and I met him at Vanderbilt since I had a doctor's appointment there. I gave him about $12.00 for the I.D. and we took him to "Cheese Burger Charlie's" and bought his lunch. Put him on a bus back into Nashville. That's the last time that I saw David in person.
I am not in to drugs and I am a Christian & go to a great church. David did talk about God a lot. I liked talking to David when he wasn't messed up on drugs. It's a shame when some one that young had to live their life the way that David did. It was his choice and those kinds of choices get you killed. It killed my 52 year old brother too. I lost my mother 11 months after Michael died.
I was finally able to go through some of Michael's belongings yesterday, and it swept all over me again, because my brother and I were VERY close, and I tried so hard to save him and I could not. I did not have time to grieve Michael; I was too busy taking care of our mother. She fell 20 days after Michael died and broke her hip. She died July 10th 2004.
I know that David put you through hell on earth; I've seen his arrest records. I am sorry that you have had to endure a lot of grief and pain over your son. They just get caught up in that stuff and they can never get out.
David came to Michael's graveside service and he was wearing a pair of shorts, a t shirt and tennis shoes. He was talking to the people like he was one of the family. I didn't care I was just glad to see him and he was talking about Michael to others. He stood there and cried and told everyone how much he loved Michael. He said more, but I can't remember it. It was after the preacher finished the sermon, David asked if he could say some thing, and I said go ahead. He quoted some scripture from the Bible, just perfectly. Spoke very eloquently. David was a very smart man.
Could you please tell me where David is, I'd like to visit his grave and take him some flowers.
I just wanted you to know that David did have people that cared about him. Good people. He spent the night at my mother's several times. Always the gentleman. I never knew David's dark side. Michael knew that part of him. But they are both in heaven now, and they are whole again.
I hope that some how, now you can find some kind of peace.
I forgot that I taped Michael's Memorial Service and I just listened to it. Here is what David said.
I'd just like to say that I met Mike just a couple of years ago, and uh and I met him in a really hard time in my life, his life too and, he helped bring me out of he helped me out a lot, I don't think I have ever laughed so hard in my life. My head would hurt for days after talking to him on the phone some times. I don't know my Bible very well but, In Corinthians it says you may clang as the loudest cymbal and move mountains and things like that, but your not a man unless you LOVE, and Michael was definately a man with a lot of love in him. He was a great guy ya know and he had his problems like all of us , but I'm gonna miss him. He sure pulled me out of some bad times and I love him. Thank You. You can hear a train blowing it's whitsle in the back ground.DAVID, HE LOVED YOU TOO!So did I! But you are with him now!How Ironic to hear your voice. I had forgotten I had it taped.
IN OTHER WORDS WHAT DAVID WAS TRYING TO SAY IS 1st.Cor. 13-1-13
Michael's lucky number was 13.
1 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. 2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned,[a] but have not love, it profits me nothing.
4 Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; 5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; 6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; 7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8 Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part. 10 But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away.
11 When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 12 For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.
13 And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is LOVE.
Woodlawn Memorial Park and Mausoleum
Plot: Not sure if he was buried or creamted & buried. Will post later.
Created by: Sandy McBride
Record added: Jul 29, 2006
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