David
Ray Alexander
In Memoriam
"Poppa" David passed through The
Wall Thursday, August 3rd, 2006
Fear Not
Death
Oh
peaceful sleep what a wonderful adventure
No
more dreams of the past or dread of the future
To
dream of beauty and rest
At
death you have reached the crest.
To lie
in peaceful harmony
To
await no further agony.
At
last to meet those of which you have dreamed
The
ones at night of which you have screamed.
Death
not to fear
Just
the final part of life, one to revere.
Not a
chance of return
Nor
would one for that to yearn.
At
last to be at rest
With
those of which you knew best.
Brothers and family of long ago
When
will life let us go?
No
morbid thoughts do I reveal
For at
times this is just how I feel.
We all
will travel this way
For on
this earth we cannot stay.
But to
long for the feeling of relief
Is
natural to some that suffer grief.
Feel
no pity for the writer of this verse
For
within the days to come remember it could have been worse.
Rather
look with fond remembrance of he that passed
And
know that peace he has found at last.
Oh he
will live from day to day
For a
while on this earth he must stay.
Brothers of war lives lost so long ago
Up to
meet them he also must go.
With
friendship and love from God above
Surely
then he will find peace and eternal love.
©David
R. Alexander
June
15, 2003
The New Star
In memory of David "Poppa" Alexander
There is a new star that will shine brightly every night
He made his peace with God nightly
The star was a good man who believed in mankind
He went and did his duty for his country in a far away land
In a war that no one wanted to believe in
He led his troops to the best he could do
But each loss of life was tragic
He came home to a country that belittled him
He was a leader thru and thru
For he affected us all that knew him
His strength even in illness kept us going
Who was this mere mortal?
This man had two names but we knew him by his loving name
We looked forward to his bible verses
His given name was David
Yet, we knew him mostly as Poppa
GOOD BLESS YOU POPPA
© Merrill A. Vaughan
August 3, 2006
To Poppa
When we
Meet Again
You touched our lives
In each our own way.
We were all so Blessed to know you
And were honored to share
In your celebration of life.
You were cherished
And cherished still.
And in time we'll join you
On the other side
And be Blessed again that day.
God Bless you always
©Alan L Winters
3
August 2006
"Waiting There"
Life has often been described as one gigantic 'cosmic' ride,
We're born, we die, somewhere between, lies who we are and how we dream.
I know a man who's left a mark, with rhyming words and caring heart.
Each soul that's touched by 'Poppa' knows, love, once nurtured, can only grow.
This day he walked through Heaven's door, grief and pain he knows no more.
A great life story is now etched in stone; he earned his place at God's Mighty
Throne.
It was an honor to know you, sir; you blessed this heart with precious words.
I'll close my eyes tonight in prayer, with peace in knowing you're waiting
there.
In Loving Memory of David 'Poppa' Alexander
Lynn Price (Copyright) August 3, 2006
Another Soul
Another Soul has left this earthly temple;
Life is grand but never simple.
Our heart yearns for the missing part of us,
But we know always "In God We Trust".
As this Soul wings his way to Heaven,
We must remember he served his time in hell, now the joys of heaven.
There must be a special place for our love ones who are taken so soon,
I don't know where Heaven is, some where in the stars far above the moon.
Life is precious and our loved ones so grand,
now we can look up at the brightly lit star where they gather and stand.
Watching over us until it our turn to join them,
We too, will mix and mingle with the stars to blend,
Our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ,
Knows another warrior has paid the price.
He was waiting with Heaven's gates opened wide,
As our Brother winged his way upward to heaven, he did Glide.
He will stand guard over his loved ones left here on earth,
until it is their time to enjoy heaven's treasures, once again be
filled with mirth.
© Andy Williams
173rd.Airborne
(Casper)
Regret
In all my life
I regret the most
To be forgotten
As I give up the ghost
Copyright ©January 21, 2002 Fred B Baker II
Such will not be the case regarding "Poppa" David Alexander
HJ
A
Different Song
You’ll gather by my resting place with misty eyes
and somber face
To bid an old veteran good-bye
There will be words of my life, a folded Flag for my wife
And rifles fired into the sky
These salutes that are done when my war has been won
Will be fitting and proper and right
For these things are earned and one thing we learned
Was that you all were well worth the fight!
Then the bugle will blow with notes sad and slow
Bidding "all’s well, safely rest"
But I’ve moved along to a different song
My hearts, to the one I like best
As "Taps" sounds at my grave, and tears crest as a wave
To fall to the sod heavily
My spirit’s long gone to a new breaking dawn
I’m arising to God’s "Reveille!"
They’ll police up the brass from the green grass
Then place only my shell in the ground
So look up when you leave, no more need to grieve
Know that one day I’ll see you around!
©Randy Richmond June 1, 2004
Forever Sunday
The Angels today do sing
and the heavens do ring
with the greatest of rejoicing
The Angels joy runneth over
with the praises that they are voicing
It is Poppa’s first Sunday among them
with his faith always a shining gem...
though certainly we will miss him
Our loss is now the Angels' gain
on this Sabbath Day
The Choir will never be the same
since he has found his way
For now there is a spot there
where the voices heartily ring
...its melody is the best
Poppa...in his glory...is singing
as joyfully as the rest...
©August 6, 2006 Faye Sizemore
In Remembrance of 'Poppa' David Alexander
August 19, 1946 - August 3, 2006
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Good Evening Everyone,
I wanted to take this time to express
our family's appreciation for all of your love and support you have
given my beloved David for the last several years, especially during
the last difficult months. Poppa has been the love of my life since
I first saw him when I was 17 years old and my heart is truly
broken. I find it impossible to imagine the future without him.
His last hours were spent with friends
from work, his sons (Ray and Neal) Neal's wife Lois, his brother,
sister, mother, myself and of course our Lord and Savior Jesus
Christ. I had told him earlier in the morning that I would hold his
hand until Jesus came and got him by the other hand and that was a
promise I was able to keep. The Lord took him swiftly and
peacefully. He is with Jesus now and I know is rejoicing with the
angels, his family, friends and Veteran Brothers and Sisters who
have gone before him.
Poppa got to know several of you over
the last few years and I know he sincerely counted you among his
inner circle. He worried about you when you were ill or just hurting
due to a trying time in your life that you had shared with him. I
know because he would share some of it with me.
I know that some of you are his
"Brothers and Sisters" from the military and I rejoice that he now
has the answers to the questions of "why" about his experiences in
Vietnam and the nightmares, sadness and, yes, bitterness that
continued to plague him throughout his life. I urge each of you who
are having some of the same problems to talk to your loved ones so
that they can understand what you went through and how it shaped you
in the years following.
Even though it was very difficult for
him, that is what Poppa did and it just brought us closer together,
because even though there was no way I could possibly understand how
he felt, I could understand why he had some of the sadness and grief
in his heart.
Your kind words in your postings and
poems have just reinforced for us our belief that he was a kind and
loving man and it let us know how many lives he touched just doing
what he liked to do most, listening and sharing.
Love to you all and may God bless each
of you.
Granny Donna and Family |
A Piece
of Me
I discovered the other day
I had lost something along the way.
A piece of me is missing;
A piece over which I have been reminiscing.
Oh, it’s nothing you can see,
A part that had but one plea:
Do the best that you can do;
Bring as many home as you can with you.
The part seems to have lost its way,
For I remember that once with me it did stay.
But it seems that somewhere, I know not where,
It just fell off and to find it I do not dare.
Maybe it was the first brother that I lost
Or could it have been the eighth; what a
terrible loss.
Just do the best that you can do;
Bring as many home as you can with you.
Too many still laying cold in the ground,
Some of them already dead when they were found.
A leader, is that what you think?
When you are twenty years old, a lot of things
are out of sync.
I honestly did the best I could,
No older men found to do the job, maybe they
should.
This part of me that I seem to have lost
Was those brothers lives; what a horrific cost.
I think I found the missing part;
Yes, it's a large scar hidden deep in my heart.
For now I see it for what it is:
Regret, guilt, fear, or dread - gee whiz.
I haven’t lost that part, now I can see,
But I sure wish that it was lost and would let
me be.
I ask my men, brothers all, to forgive
If they respond, then maybe I can start to live.
©David R. Alexander
January 12, 2003
The Piece is now
part of The Whole; The Scar, at last, is healed.
~ T, P. Woodfork ~
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