all saints day

as the names were read of those saints who left us in the past year, i knew only the last.

david yarbrough.

i don't know that i'm ready to write a eulogy, but i think i need to try.

when someone is so vitally alive

when someone is so full of love

when someone is so bright

when someone is so giving



the good-bye is so much harder

and when the end is sudden and unexpected

my greatest reaction is just a voice shouting NO!

david and nancy were new friends. i don't even have a great kerry capps photograph to show. i had to steal one off his facebook

i have found that in some ways it is harder to lose a new friend than an old. with the old, you have so very many memories to sustain you.

with david, i find myself missing all the experiences we had yet to have

.... talking about things we disagreed about

... oyster fishing and boating

.... listening to good music

.... sharing food

we had some of that, but not nearly enough

one of the things i really really wanted to share and never did was this video

david loved pink floyd. when i asked him what kind of music he liked so i could play it on spotify while he worked, he mentioned pink floyd first. but then he went on to name an eclectic number of other musicians.

flying fish played this at stronger than the storm. 

as soon as i heard what they were doing, i moved closer to try to get the best video. i immediately tried to send it to david, not even knowing then about his airlift to tallahassee icu.

but my phone wouldn't do it.

after i heard that david was in the hospital, i tried to send it again with a 'better than flowers' text... it didn't work.

i'm not sure why that bothers me so much.

i guess i just know how much he would have enjoyed it.


david did good work and was proud of it.

he was the ultimate problem solver.

in some ways, i feel david was also a victim of michael. he worked so hard to help others recover from their losses, both paid and unpaid.


but everything david did was out of love. love for people and pride in his work.

david was a good man in all parts of his life.

david didn't have a professional life and a social life.

david was the same david.

one of the first times he came over to talk about the house, i offered him a cup of coffee and he took it, even though we scrambled to find a cup.



he took it black and strong ... like a cup of coffee should be.

when nancy came in, she was not quite happy with him. she had to reign him in several times when he acted like he was just hanging around with friends.... so they could get work done.

it was pretty much a lost cause.

if you met david, he was your friend.

nancy and david are good people.

when we flew home from california for two weeks at home, we worried how to get home from the airport. we really hated to ask anyone. it's almost an hour and a half drive both ways.

nancy volunteered before we got the nerve to ask someone.

it's one of our last memories of time spent with david and nancy. we stopped on the way home for drinks and a snack.

... our waitress left much to be desired, but it didn't bother our good time... why would it?

my very last time with david showed where our relationship was going.

kerry and i had both got a haircut. kerry hated his and i agreed.



that just appalled david. as wife i should tell him how great it looked, and he went on to talk about his mama's crazy "do"s that his daddy always praised. 

he kept looking at my hair and biting his tongue. it was so obvious, it was funny. i had mine cut super short, and while it looked okay, it's way worse than kerry's now.

you could see he was thinking that mine wasn't much better than kerry's, but he just couldn't say it.....

that was david.

but i wanted to get to the place that he would have said it, and we could have had a laugh about it.

i miss the david i knew.

i miss the david i hoped to know better.