We are all very, very sorry to hear of this. David was special, a person who, twice, at least, took dying friends under the broad span of his wing and, in every way he could, tried to fill their last days with a sense of friends, family, and the permanence of love that permeates, at its best, the transience of life.
Our mutual friend Karpo, Michael David Karpovitch, was one of these people. He was very ill with cancer and needed people to care for him and a place to spend the end of his life. David and his wonderful artistic, creative wife and partner, Judy Jensen, took him in and made their home his.
They cared for him with warmth, companionship and humor and as much relief from pain as was possible.
At Michael David's memorial service, people said this many times regarding David and Judy-- that they were able to extend family to a degree many people are never able to offer even to members of their own families. I felt that we were all seeing the true face of a Bodhisattva in David, and in Judy, too, as they performed this act of grace and neighborly openness. To them, I know, it seemed perfectly normal, and I agree with them: it is.
David has passed on now himself-- apparently swiftly and without a long, painful last illness.
We will all miss him, and I am so sorry he is gone, especially for the sake of his wonderful family, Jeanna and Sammy, Sammy's wife, and Judy. Yet there is some great blessing, at least it seems to me, in being able to go swiftly, and without a long-drawn-out last illness.
Peace to peace.
I hope no one is offended by what I am trying to say. I know it is a time of sorrow, but we can, I am sure celebrate the quality of this special life-- one of great generosity, good humor and deep caring.