Early December:
The morning fog fades from the foot
of the rising hills where crows watch;
silent, ragged sentinels in the trees,
keeping vigil over the dead.
Below, the stones lie quiet,
unmoved by coming storms: Peaceful.
Rest in peace, they say :
"He is at peace now", rest in peace.
And some who lie here indeed may,
may rest after long full lives …
goodbyes said, no regrets. In peace.
And yet …
There is a shiver of sound here,
just beyond the edge of hearing;
an endless murmur as of distant sleepers,
caught in unquiet dreams,
under the winter-browning grass -
restless beneath the weight of unlived years.
Born into a a French-Canadian family, David, the oldest child, was only nine when his father died. He and his sisters were raised by their mother, surrounded by a large and exuberant group of aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends. After graduating from Haverhill Trade School David served in Vietnam, returning to marry a local girl, Claire Lapierre, and begin a family. They moved to Albuquerque NM in 1974, where David worked at the Airport Hotel, and pursued his love for the outdoors; hiking, camping, and exploring the world. An amazingly open, friendly, and generous man, David was truly beloved. He left behind his three children and their spouses, first wife Claire, second wife Sharon, his mother, and two sisters.
The morning fog fades from the foot
of the rising hills where crows watch;
silent, ragged sentinels in the trees,
keeping vigil over the dead.
Below, the stones lie quiet,
unmoved by coming storms: Peaceful.
Rest in peace, they say :
"He is at peace now", rest in peace.
And some who lie here indeed may,
may rest after long full lives …
goodbyes said, no regrets. In peace.
And yet …
There is a shiver of sound here,
just beyond the edge of hearing;
an endless murmur as of distant sleepers,
caught in unquiet dreams,
under the winter-browning grass -
restless beneath the weight of unlived years.
Born into a a French-Canadian family, David, the oldest child, was only nine when his father died. He and his sisters were raised by their mother, surrounded by a large and exuberant group of aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends. After graduating from Haverhill Trade School David served in Vietnam, returning to marry a local girl, Claire Lapierre, and begin a family. They moved to Albuquerque NM in 1974, where David worked at the Airport Hotel, and pursued his love for the outdoors; hiking, camping, and exploring the world. An amazingly open, friendly, and generous man, David was truly beloved. He left behind his three children and their spouses, first wife Claire, second wife Sharon, his mother, and two sisters.
Early December:
The morning fog fades from the foot
of the rising hills where crows watch;
silent, ragged sentinels in the trees,
keeping vigil over the dead.
Below, the stones lie quiet,
unmoved by coming storms: Peaceful.
Rest in peace, they say :
"He is at peace now", rest in peace.
And some who lie here indeed may,
may rest after long full lives …
goodbyes said, no regrets. In peace.
And yet …
There is a shiver of sound here,
just beyond the edge of hearing;
an endless murmur as of distant sleepers,
caught in unquiet dreams,
under the winter-browning grass -
restless beneath the weight of unlived years.
Born into a a French-Canadian family, David, the oldest child, was only nine when his father died. He and his sisters were raised by their mother, surrounded by a large and exuberant group of aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends. After graduating from Haverhill Trade School David served in Vietnam, returning to marry a local girl, Claire Lapierre, and begin a family. They moved to Albuquerque NM in 1974, where David worked at the Airport Hotel, and pursued his love for the outdoors; hiking, camping, and exploring the world. An amazingly open, friendly, and generous man, David was truly beloved. He left behind his three children and their spouses, first wife Claire, second wife Sharon, his mother, and two sisters.
The morning fog fades from the foot
of the rising hills where crows watch;
silent, ragged sentinels in the trees,
keeping vigil over the dead.
Below, the stones lie quiet,
unmoved by coming storms: Peaceful.
Rest in peace, they say :
"He is at peace now", rest in peace.
And some who lie here indeed may,
may rest after long full lives …
goodbyes said, no regrets. In peace.
And yet …
There is a shiver of sound here,
just beyond the edge of hearing;
an endless murmur as of distant sleepers,
caught in unquiet dreams,
under the winter-browning grass -
restless beneath the weight of unlived years.
Born into a a French-Canadian family, David, the oldest child, was only nine when his father died. He and his sisters were raised by their mother, surrounded by a large and exuberant group of aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends. After graduating from Haverhill Trade School David served in Vietnam, returning to marry a local girl, Claire Lapierre, and begin a family. They moved to Albuquerque NM in 1974, where David worked at the Airport Hotel, and pursued his love for the outdoors; hiking, camping, and exploring the world. An amazingly open, friendly, and generous man, David was truly beloved. He left behind his three children and their spouses, first wife Claire, second wife Sharon, his mother, and two sisters.
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