David Bailey

I was actually just thinking about David last week. One of the nicest guys ever. Gone but not forgotten!

Remembering you 5 years later old friend!

More than a year without you. I miss you so much.

David used to always tell me he wanted a little sister so she could be just like me. I loved him so much when I was little. He was always so welcoming and kind to me. God has a new angel for sure. We will all always have our memories of him. And they will always make us happier in life.

Dear Linda - I am so sorry for your loss. Thinking of you and your family.

I had the pleasure of knowing David during high school at Christian Life Academy. Oh how quickly times passes... My heart aches for his family and dear friends. My prayer is for peace in the midst of grief.

I'm so glad to have met David. We go back to my senior year of high school. He was always great to hang out with. Gosh, we had some good times. And I'm glad i will always have those memories. After high school, we lost touch. But thanks to Facebook, we reunited. We hung out and got to know each other all over again. I hadn't seen or talked to David in awhile tho. I regret not calling him just 2 or 3 weeks ago.... i saw him on the road.... on Jones creek actually. He will be so missed by many. My thoughts and prayers are with his family and to his closest friends that were like family to him.

My sympathy on your tragic loss. All the outpouing of love and fond memories say it all What a wonderful young man keep in mind God' concern for you in your sorrow. 1st Corinthians 15:26.

Linda, my Wendy, I love you, I am praying the prayer you sent me, I am holding you in my prayers as well, You are a remarkable person, with the strength of many, and a shinning example for David to follow. Its an honor and a blessing to call you my sister. Love you! lisa

I'm so honored I had the chance to know David while he was on Earth. We talked every day for a year in high school. Every time I think of him, I think of his smile. He is a beautiful soul. I know he is in Heaven and that his spirit is full of peace and joy in the presence of our Father. I look forward to seeing his smiling face again in Heaven one day.

Romans 8:38-39

Bill and Linda, I am so sorry to hear about David. He was always one of my favorite players to coach. Not only for his love of the game and but his personality and spirit for fun. I will always remember him playing for me with a smile on my face.
Coach Craig

Linda- I wanted you to know how deeply sorry I am to hear about the loss of your son David. I can't begin to imagine how difficult this must be for you and your husband. Please know that my family and I will continue to pray for you and your family.
God Bless, Ken and Beth Benigno

Linda - I am so sorry. I cant imagine how difficult this is for you. We love you and are thinking about you. Jon and Val Mabry

This was shocking to hear about... David was a genuinely good guy and was always willing to help. He will be missed by so many!

Linda-I am SO sorry to hear about the loss of your son. I can't imagine how difficult this must be. Please know that you and your family are in my thoughts and prayers during this difficult time. Kathe Williams

My heart trembles with your loss
Your heart had no limits
You treated me with love
One small smile from me to you
You will always be remembered

Linda & Bill - I'm so sorry this happened to David. You will be in our thoughts and prayers.

Linda, my condolences in this trying and difficult time. Our prayers and thoughts with you and your family.

I knew David through work. Though I never had the chance to meet him in person, I feel fortunate to be able to attest at least a little to his selfless character through our exchanges during the years. My sincere condolences to his family.

Please forgive me for wanting to share this old story sent to me by email years ago, probably familiar to many of us by now.

Author Unknown

When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well the polished old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother used to talk to it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person - her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. "Information Please" could supply anybody's number and the correct time.

My first personal experience with this genie-in the-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible, but there didn't seem to be any reason in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway.

The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information Please," I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.

"Information"

"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone. The tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.

"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.

"Nobody's home but me." I blubbered.

"Are you bleeding?" The voice asked.

"No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."

"Can you open your icebox?" she asked. I said I could. "Then chip off a little piece of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.

After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk, that I had caught in the park just he day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary died. I called "Information Please" and told her the sad story. She listened, then said the usual things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was unconsoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Paul, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in." Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone. "Information Please."

"Information," said the now familiar voice.

"How do you spell fix?" I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was 9 years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much.

"Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home, and I somehow never thought of trying the tall, shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall.

As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about half an hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information, Please." Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well, "Information."

I hadn't planned this but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."

I laughed. "So it's really still you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time."

"I wonder", she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children, and I used to look forward to your calls."

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

"Please do," she said. "Just ask for Sally."

Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered "Information."

I asked for Sally.

"Are you a friend?" She said.

"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, she said. Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."

Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute. Did you say your name was Paul?"

"Yes."

"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called.

Let me read it to you." The note said, "Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others. Whose life have you touched today?

Your family is in my heart and prayers. There are no words that can help, but please know that you have my love and support whenever you need it. I will continue to pray for you and your family for strength and healing.

David and I worked together during my employment at Esentia Systems. David became a good friend of mine. He encouraged me to get back into shape. We went trail riding on our bikes around Southeast Louisiana. Actually, no; he loaned me one of his bikes to ride with him since I didn't have a bike at that time. That's how he was; He'd literally loan a man his bike. I remember going on one of the BREC trails in Baton Rouge. We were riding around and Dave tried to sneakily turn from the "beginners path" to an "advanced path". I freaked out, "dude, there's no way I can handle that!". He did his standard David-chuckle and said "you won't know until you push yourself to try". So along the advanced trail we went. It wasn't easy...at all. But I'll be darned if we didn't finish. David reminded me to never stop pushing myself; physically, with my mind, and in my work.

Thanks to David, I push myself in everything I do.

David's memory shall live on through us all in the various ways he touched each of us.

May you rest in eternal peace, brother.

Please know that you are in our thoughts now and the coming days ahead. My Deepest Sympathy.

While I never had the opportunity to meet David in person I considered him, along with my son Richard (same age as David). to be my most valuable business partner. I own a security company in Missouri and did business with David through his employer, Esentia Systems. My Email shows the first order I placed with David was May 9, 2006. David had personal characteristics which separated him from everyone else in the industry I dealt with. I could always trust David; the advice he gave me was always based upon my best interest, not his. David's knowledge of the security industry was exceptional. He gave me answers based upon his experience with specific products. He had far more product knowledge than anyone I ever dealt with because he was totally dedicated to the work he did. I never made a move without consulting with David Bailey. Sometimes I talked with him 5 times a day. But best of all was David's attitude; he was such a pleasure to work with. He would bend over backwards to solve a problem because he genuinely cared for the people he was serving. David was far more than a business associate; he was a real friend, like a son or a brother. But I cannot speak of David only in the past tense; I know the words of a man named Job are also words for David. “If someone dies, will they live again? All the days of my hard service I will wait for my renewal to come. You will call and I will answer you; you will long for the creature your hands have made.” M. L. Allison – CCI Security Systems

I am so sorry for this sudden, tragic loss. My prayers are for God to ease your sorrow, carry you and bring to mind wonderful, beautiful memories of the love and life you were blessed to share with him.

Dear Linda and Bill,
Our thoughts and prayers are for you at this time. We cannot imagine the feelings you are going through. May our Father in Heaven bless you with peace and love and comfort. We have a firm belief that he is a better place where one day you will see him again With much love, "Aunt Bev" and Lou aka Bev Prather Rifleman Merrill

Bill & Linda,
David was the most precious gift you could have ever recieved and we know with the great love and joy he brought you, there is great sorrow in his leaving..Just know you are in our thoughts and prayers.May you both feel God's arms around you.
Tom & Shirley Fowler

Linda,
I am so saddened that we have lost touch, and even more saddened that you have lost the most precious thing in your life, David. May God bring you peace and comfort today, tomorrow and forever. I love you and miss you deeply!

We were so sorry to hear of your loss. Your parents, and Guy & Lynne and their family are very dear to us. Please know that you all are in our thoughts and prayers.

Bill & Linda - I love you both so much. Please know that if I ever see your call come thru at any time even in the late night hours I would consider it a joy and an honor to speak to you or just listen. I have always enjoyed your company - just don't get to have enough. I pray The Lord Jesus pour out his Spirit on you filling you with peace and mercy and comfort your heart as only He can.

I love you my dear friend. Until I see you again when God opens up the gates of heaven to me. Watch over us David. With love, Scarlett

My dear Uncle Bill and Aunt Linda, I love you both, and I am praying steadily for your peace and comfort in this time. May God's love be poured out upon you, and may you experience the warmth of His embrace. Your family loves you dearly, and I pray that you are strengthened in The Lord.

Precious Uncle Bill and Aunt Linda-
All I can think to pray right now is that the Lord will shelter you under His wings and give you a peace that defies our human understanding. I am lifting you up to Him constantly.

As the days and weeks pass, and as you return to life's routine, may you continue to feel comforted by the love and support of family and friends.