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| 1977 |
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David Earl Wilson was born in Gretna (just across the river from the old french quarter of New Orleans), Louisiana at 5:16 PM on April 13, 1977. His first cries when he burst forth into this new world became hushed as he looked around with those big wonderful blue eyes of his. When he looked into my eyes our bond was instant. During those first few days we shared a hospital room together, we got to know one another quickly. David's first meal, though a little uncomfortable for Mom, soon turned into a very special moment for both of us.
David grew quickly during his first year. He enthralled all who came into his surroundings. He could smile and make the room brighter. His giggles and laughter warmed the room. When he started to crawl, he soon climbed, then was on a skateboard (thanks to his brother). David filled our home with joy, love, and laughter.
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| Christened 1977 |
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David was christened at 3 months at the Episcopal Church in Gretna, LA with his Mother, Father, Brother Michael, Sister Christina, God Mother Mitzie (niece to Mother), and family friends. David is wearing the same gown that was worn by his brother and sister at their christenings. David's maternal Grandmother, Phyllis Baker, purchased this gown before Michael was born. |
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| Summer 1978 |
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We moved to North Carolina where David was introduced to fishing. One memory I have is of David, in the boat, holding a small pole, in his overalls, waiting for that bite on the other end. Then a quick jerk and David almost goes overboard. His Father reaches over and grabs the back of his overalls, brings David to his lap, and together they land a big one. The fish was larger than David, a carp. David was very upset that it went back into the water, until he learned that he could catch it again if he was patient.
Another memory during this period, David got a battery powered harley davidson police cycle. He rode that thing 'til dark, and was up on it first thing in the morning. He memorized the sound and would be dreaming about his day's ride because he was revving in his dreams. |
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| Summer 1979 Move to California |
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In 1979 Myself, Tina, & David started a new life has begun with a move to California to be with my family. Grandma Phyllis, Uncle Paul, Aunt Ruthanne & Uncle Jimmy.
Mom Memory: David riding belly down on a skateboard being powered and steared by his big brother, Mike, down the hilly street in front of Aunt Ruthanne's house. My having to watch and pray on the sidewalk, knowing I can't wrap her boys in cotton. I did see them take a fall and wathced Mike wrap himself around David to keep him from injury.
Mom Memory: We had gone camping at Point Reyes with family. We went on a 10 mile hike from the campground to the coast, through redwoods and valleys. David did very well until the trip out. Then I had to carry him on my back. In his dreams that night he was still walking.
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| Summer 1980 |
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Mom Memory: David got his first real two wheel bike. He & I went to the Suisun Police Department annual sale of stolen unclaimed items. When he saw that silver mongoose bike he ran over to it, picked it up, tried it up against himself for size, and yelled up at me that "this is my bike Mom." When that item came up for auction and others started bidding, I became worried that it would go for more than I could afford. But, the others at the auction shouted jovially at the gentleman bidding against me to "let the little guy have his bike" and David had his bike.
Well my Brother, Paul, was living with us at the time, sharing a room with David (top bunk). The bike had two flat tires and needed training wheels installed. Uncle Paul told David that they would fix his bike up first thing in the morning. Paul told me that he sensed something hovering over him the next morning and looked between his lashes to see David perched on the dresser next to the bunkbed. Paul said that David had his arms folded on the mattress and was staring at him (almost nose to nose) looking for that first sign of waking. I wanted those training wheels to stay on for a while to hopefully control how far David could go. Well, We were living in a mobile home park in Suisun - nice low traffic area. Mike came home from school for a weekend not to long after David got his bike and the next thing I hear is "Mom, come look". I go outside to see David two wheeling with Mike running beside him, up and over the speed bump in front of our house (his first 'air'). |
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| 1987 |
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Something very special happened in September of this year. You got a new Dad. His name is Robert L. Thompson. You also got another sister, Elizabeth. At first you were a little upset with sharing my affections, but you warmed up quickly to his strong and gentle ways. You took his name early on and was proud of being David Thompson. You insisted that the teachers at school used that name, and you played all your ballgames under that name. Rob was there through all your formative years and, although your teens and young adulthood were difficult for all of us, he stuck by you, loving you every moment. We had plenty of family time spent exploring the places we visited in California and camping. You especially liked going to Casini Family Campground, fishing and swimming in the Russian River, roaming the forest around the camp site, riding the hay wagon on Saturday evenings, and teasing Elizabeth with all those creepy crawly things. You took to being a big brother so well. You got to help her learn to ride her two wheeler, running beside her to be sure she didn't fall and encouraging her. You protected her from bullies and enjoyed showing her your world. You two were so close and looked so alike everyone thought you were 'real' siblings. I remember you two so well in the back seat of the car, teasing each other on the long rides to wherever we were headed.
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| 2005 |
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Passed away on August 27, 2005 at the age of 28. |
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