David Pinckney

57, of Denver. Passed away January 3, 2011 at his home. Born; April 22, 1953 in New York City to Steven Litten and Helen Elizabeth Pinckney. Married to Reather Pinckney. David, David, David, my Lil Brother I thank you for all the fun, all the joy, all the laughter, and all the love you have given me over the years. Even when you were feeling your weakest and I was feeling down you still found the energy and strength to cheer me up and make me laugh for that Lil Brother I thank you. You were stronger than you imagined, braver than you knew, and cared about much more than words could ever say. I will cherish the memories we have together and you will forever be in my heart. I love you until we meet again. Although I will miss you so I much I will find comfort knowing you are in GOD'S hands and in a better place; you are at peace. Rest on Lil Brother rest on. Love always your big Sister Gloria God Bless you my son you always give the praise of how GOD is to you. I remember your childhood time when I needed to be comforted you always came up with a song. One of the songs is ""Oh For Grace To Trust The Lord More"". I will miss you.. Love mom... Brother You raised e and loved name as your daughter although I m your little sister. You watched me grow from a child to a young lady, a mother and a wife. You ushered me into an independent life moving me, my son and my toys. You walked me down the aisle with a strut standing tall and proud. You were my clown that took away that frown I'm proud to be your daughter /little sister. Love You Forever, Squeekie Dear Pops, I didn't think I would be writing this to you until many years to come. I know we've talked about this before, but we are all grateful for how you have always been there for us anytime we needed you. You always found a way to be there, you always found a way to help, we could always rely on you. That alone makes an exceptional person and parent. Thank you for all the times you were quick to laugh and share a story, to be strong and stand up right beside us, and all the times we leaned on each other as family. My grandfather always said life comes from language and since this is true you will always live among us. We love you so much Pops - we just wish we could have held you in that moment. We miss you so much it aches but we are all happy you are not suffering anymore, no more pain. We love you - Kimberly Rae Schilke (soon to be Pinckney) To my long time friend and companion you will be missed, you have slipped away from me. Now I understand the end was to be your way.. We have been on a long journey. I use to tell you, you was cat with nine lives, another nine lives, etc, you just kept coming back. Take your rest Dave. I know the GOD/Jesus has their arms wrap around you. Rest In Peace... Love Always, Reather. The Psalm Of Life a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow What the heart of the young man said to the psalmist Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!-- For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act,--act in the living present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. I remember how we started calling you Poppa. That Biggie song had just came out and I was trying to get some change for the store from you. I called you Big Poppa and you rapped the song like you was a teenager. You was my friend. It's hard to accept the fact that u are gone. Mostly because you was a fighter a survivor. You always pulled through even when they said u wouldn't. You should know that I'm not alone. You've left more stories than any other legacy I've heard and I am comforted by that. You've left a little of yourself with everyone that is now surviving you and through all of us you live. You live because we remember. I love you most, Poppa. I love you most.