Dave Verbil Remembered

He was a charming rogue.

He was fun, witty, and made us laugh.

He was a warm, generous, dear, good friend.

For all this and more, we thank you and we love you, Dave.

'Til we meet again, rest well, and goodbye.

Meg Kelleher

For Dave Verbil

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, "There, she is gone!". Gone where?. Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side, and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, "There, she is gone!", there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"

And that is dying.

Bill Rouse

A free spirit from Phoenix named Dave

Who took a lot less than he gave

Is now in a place

Where his limericks grace

The serene and divine we all crave.

If Dave Verbil were with us today

He, in his inimitable way,

Would be telling us, "Smile,

Because in a while

We will all be together to play."

To say Dave was fun-filled would be

The und’rstatement of the century

If he saw you were down

He’d grab hold of our frown

And twist it so smiling you’d be.

If Dave rode on a tube he’d have fun.

He could drink, toke or laugh on the run.

"If my days are all numbered

I’ll be unencumbered,"

He’d espouse to about anyone.