DAVID D. VIGIL

David was awesome, I used to love to go over to his studio and jam out.

Rest easy brother... I happen upon you after eating at the teahouse about 10 years ago. You brought me into your tiny home and played beautiful music on your piano. I have a short video of it somewhere. You are missed. JP

I met David one afternoon, four years ago, while I waited outside The Teahouse for my order to go. I forgot my to go order that day, have never forgotten David. He was a Creator. Magic, a generous spirit. I looked for him when I was visiting in October '23. I'll always remember something he said, "When I create, I've made something that didn't exist before." J'taime, David.

This photo is from September last year. I had hoped to visit and play with David again this year.

My wife and I met David several years ago outside his studio beside the Teahouse. We talked of music and art, and he handed me a guitar so that we could play along together. Since that time, I have brought my own guitar so we always stop by for a visit to talk and play music. We bought one of his paintings and hung it in our living room in the mountains of NC. David always had a story to tell, and our friends admire his painting as we share our time with David. We returned to Santa Fe a few...

My condolence to the family; I grew up with David and went to Cristo Rey grade school with him.

Dear sisters and brother of David, Please know that you are all in my prayers as you send your brother to his everlasting home. I have fond memories of all of you and your parents as well. Continue to be there for one another. Peace always Sister Maria Armijo

To our Vigil primas/primos - our greatest condolences on your loss. Our parents (his padrinos) were so fond of David and it was wonderful that he kept in touch with them over the years. I think of him daily when I look up at the wonderful flower he painted. He was a talented genius and left quite a legacy in his artwork. You are in our thoughts and prayers. Jean (Sandoval) Burt

Blessings and condolences. Katie Stowell