Guest Book for
David Johnston
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  January 31, 2004
I remember when Dave first came to Easton Heights. He made such an impact on all of us. His courage after his accident was an inspiration to all of us who were fortunate to know him. We mourn for Dave but we rejoice knowing that one day we'll see him again at the feet of our Lord.
  Sandi Miller (Fort Mill, SC )

  January 22, 2004
I heard about Davey's passing from some folks at the Meditation center. I had been meaning to get in touch with him. We were close friends years ago, and he introduced me to our teacher- otherwise, my life would have likely been even more of a mess than it was, if that's possible. And it is, believe me.  He and I had both been to some places most people would not even want to admit exist.

I wrote a few lines that turned into more lines. I was going to submit this to the online guestbook, but I have a habit of sometimes offending people when no offense is intended- which would be the last thing I'd want to do. In any case, you be the judge, it won't bother me- only respect and love is intended to this great soul, my friend- whom I know I'll see again and again. (I owe him.)

Davey died last week-
He was a year older than me.
I first saw him when we were wide-eyed kids
At a pop festival amidst a quarter million freaks,
Triple digit Texas heat, rock and blues-
Sitting in his throne. He was Our landmark.

A few months later stoners in the dorms
Casually discussing the Dallas Pop International-
And I remembered those weird blue eyes
And crooked smile-
Turning around to look at me.
What were the odds?

Every day of his life was spent in pain
behind a smile and a wink.
He willed his upper body back to life,
Had a special car, even a walker-
He had almost enough will-power
To raise those dead legs.

He told me once how 
he'd been paralyzed Christmas Eve
his senior year in high school
When his motorcycle wiped out.
He spent two weeks in a coma
They thought he'd surely die,
Or be totally paralyzed.
He said the Masters gave him the choice
To go free, or come back to a broken body
And a life of some hard choices.
I met him again after I'd lost my mind
I mean, I so invented losing it.
places that Blake couldn't imagine, Bosch couldn't draw. 
It just pulled me in.

Dude, he says, balancing his chair on the backwheels-
you need to learn to meditate,
And I know this Enlightened guy.
At least, he says he is.

Well, is he? 
Well, he says he is.
And I'm thinking, 
brother, you're in worse shape than me
Following some guy around 
that says he is.
Davey's obit said he was enlightened.
We used to goof about that stuff,
And then go out for super-greasy junk food-
that taco place on Campus Corner. 
Feed the black snake, we called it-
To keep the Godman grounded.
Last time I saw him I showed him 
my newborn son. 
Jake, says I-
meet Jake "Famous-Dead-Guy".
He did that famous double-take.
My son warms up his truck, 
Heads off to work with a respectful "Seeya"
I can't complain about this boy.
Isn't that great?
I hope he doesn't have too many complaints about me.

I take my boisterous boxer for a walk.
He sleeps most of the day, but comes alive 
for walks in the fields behind the new school.
He trusts me implicitly, sporadically
as only dogs do. 

The sky was overcast, wry, a zen not-sky.
I'm thinking about my friend not being in pain
For the first time in 35 years. 
And life. And its whatevers.

I thought about showing up at his services
The next morning,
But I don't fit in well.
I don't know what to say.

So instead- I sit to meditate
And my friend's smile pulls me in...

  Ron Krimsky 

  January 21, 2004
As Daves's Mom, reading the tributes to Dave are so comforting. Allan and I sincerely thank each of you for remembering him in this way. We knew how unique and wonderful he was, it helps to know he touched so many of you in special ways. Thank you, B.J. Cowden for getting all this together. We appreciate every word, card, flower, visit and call. Keep remembering Dave.
  JoAn Hulen (Sand Springs, OK ) 

  January 19, 2004
Dave and I were childhood friends and as a girl with no brothers, he was the closest to that relationship that I knew. His ineffable ability to befriend and love others was a truly remarkable gift. There is a poem that I've been thinking of as I considered all the remarkable gifts that Dave brought to my life by John Parson Wheeler, III (whose efforts brought the Vietnam Memorial to life) and it expresses my feelings best: 
We live in hope that in the
final day/ 
We shall see our brothers 
Face to Face/ 
Where they shall know us/ 
and we them/ 
And we shall not be 

Dave's life was much like a Japanese Kabuki play in which all spiritual elements are eventually distilled and refined into one spiritual emotion. God will keep him.

  Meladee Still (Murphy) (Tulsa, OK ) 

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