Posted 15 June 2005 - 07:33 AM
Posted 15 June 2005 - 07:55 AM
Here's to one great guy!!
Posted 15 June 2005 - 08:47 AM
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Posted 15 June 2005 - 12:59 PM
Posted 15 June 2005 - 01:20 PM
He was a great, great man and will remain so in all of our hearts and minds. Our memories be filled with joy as we look back on his story telling and great ideas.
Peace be with you, Holly. My most sincere thoughts and prayers for you and Dave, where ever he may be right now- twisting and weaving the most wonderous tales any of us could imagine.
Posted 15 June 2005 - 01:25 PM
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Posted 15 June 2005 - 01:59 PM
For those of you that are new to GV, I, too, lost my spouse about eight months ago, so I know what Holly is dealing with right now. Ironically, my wife and I would have been married five years today. So my thoughts and prayers will be going out to Holly and Mykiedave--now and this weekend when I'm attending the sweat lodge for the Summer Solstice. I'll be sure to offer special prayers and a tobacco blessing on their behalf.
Kahlil Gibran once said, "When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight . . . When you part from a friend, you grieve not, for that which you loved most in them may be cleared in their absence as the mountain to the climber from the plain. Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then shall you begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance..."
I'm truly sorry now that I wasn't able to meet the two of you last month when I was in Dallas . . .
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Posted 15 June 2005 - 02:01 PM
Posted 15 June 2005 - 02:28 PM
I had the pleasure to speak to Dave over the phone on a number of occasions. The first time we spoke was actually on a radio program. I remember it was last year and it was one of the first radio programs I had ever been a guest on, and I was nervous. The host announced, "We have a caller," and I started to sweat. You know how when some people speak over the phone you can just tell that they're smiling? Well, I heard the caller say, "Hi, this is Mykiedave!" Though we had never spoken before (besides exchanging emails and posts on the message boards), I knew he was a Ghostvillager and a friendly voice. I immediately relaxed, and Dave helped ease me into the radio world.
Dave was a performer, writer, and storyteller. He once worked at Universal Studios in Hollywood where he played Oliver Hardy and Santa Claus. I got to speak to Dave about his role as Father Christmas several months ago. We talked about what it was like to be the ultimate celebrity in the eyes of children. After one Christmas parade where Dave played the guest of honor, a local television reporter came up to interview Santa. The reporter asked, "What do you say to kids who don't believe in you?" Dave/Santa replied, "It's okay if you don't believe in Santa, because Santa believes in you." Dave knew how to reach people. Of course, Dave also could let Santa's hair down. He was once hired to play "Bad Santa" long before the movie featuring Billy Bob Thornton ever came out. Dave was the hit of the corporate party as he said the kinds of things the real Santa only wish he could say to these party attendees.
On another occassion Dave was doing volunteer work and playing Santa for a Senior Citizens center in California for people who couldn't really take care of themselves. The rest of the story I'll convey in Mykiedave's own words as he told them to me over the phone:
That’s where I met Frank. Frank had a stroke and couldn’t speak anymore. A nurse/helper-type person wheeled him up to me and said, Frank, tell Santa what you want. I watched as this man who reminded me of Kirk Douglas struggled to try to speak and saw the tears build in his eyes when he couldn't, and I heard myself say, “It's all right, Frank. Santa never forgets a friend, and we go way back. I know what you want and I'll do my best. Bless you Frank." I'd never said bless you to anyone before. Frank then grabbed me in a hug so tight I thought my ribs would break. We were both crying openly. Absolutely no shame. As we were leaving, the nurse said Frank had been unresponsive for a week before that visit. I went back the next year and all they knew was that Frank was no longer there. I sure hope he got that wish.
Thank you, Dave for touching my life in your way.
Posted 15 June 2005 - 03:16 PM
Posted 15 June 2005 - 03:51 PM
No words can express how sorry Iam.
Posted 15 June 2005 - 04:43 PM
My thoughts and prayers go out to Holly.
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