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Southern Wake

The memorial went very well yesterday. We were ready to go by 11am since Zac said that he would have to come by early to make work on time by 1pm. People didn’t actually start showing up until around 12:30, but that was ok because it gave us more time to work on DVDs and such.

We met many new people. Lenny, Dave’s friend and Realtor, was really cool. Then Diane and her hubby showed up. They are really cool and live in the neighborhood to boot. Bob and Anita came along with Witt and Ron in tow. Russ came to represent my circle of friends (the downside of when half your friends living in the same house and they all get a cold!). Another mutual friend of Witt and Dave’s showed up a bit later, her name is Patti and she’s very cool, too. Zac called in to tell me he’d had a sleepless night and he couldn’t make it since he was already late for work, but he’ll come by this week sometime, which is fine with me.

Everyone who really knew Dave was here and it was a very uplifting event – for me anyway. Witt and Bob got wasted, which was expected since they were Dave’s closest friends for the last 10+ years. Bob played music with Dave for 10 years and he was quite torn up by the loss of his guitarist. Everyone seemed pleased about my choice of charities for donations: The American Diabetes Assoc and The Center for the Visually Impaired. Please give to these non-profits if you’d like to do something for a memorial.

Poor Witt still has lots of stress in front of him, sadly. He has to deal with Bougie and the sister descending upon the house today to root through all Dave’s things and start divvying up his stuff. Witt has rounded up his stuff already, which is prudent knowing how Bougie will consider everything in the house hers and accuse him of stealing if he points out something that’s his. It’s really too bad that she is this way.

I’ve completely removed myself from all of that. I have the important stuff: Dave’s music and art. The rest is just stuff and Bougie can do whatever the hell she wants. She will anyway. She has zero regard for anyone’s wishes, so it’s best to just let it all go. I don’t like it and neither does anyone else, but there’s nothing we can do.

I wish Witt luck in dealing with Bougie and I hope he finds a nice place to live when he has to leave the house. That will not happen immediately, the estate must go through probate and all that, but it’ll be a month or two, I’d say. I doubt I’ll ever step foot in there again.

We sent Dori an email to call us (she’s in Korea) and she called last night. She was a very close friend of Dave’s – she even lived with the guys for a while. Nick had to tell her what happened. She said that she dreamed about Dave’s death last Sunday night, so she was sort of ready for the news. She is pretty upset to be half a world away and unable to get the closure the rest of us have. Another girl that was close to Dave, Sandra from MO, also dreamt of him the weekend he died. Weird. Sandy couldn’t stay for our memorial, which is a shame. She only attended the funeral in Macon then her daughter insisted that they return to MO. Dave really wanted us to meet, it’s too bad that we didn’t.

Well, it’s all over now and I’m relieved. I’ll miss Dave for quite a while, I think. But I know that he’s in the Consciousness now and I know when he takes another turn on the Wheel, it’ll be a better ride. I hope I get the pleasure of his company next time around. We loved ya, Dave. See ya around.

I have closed comments on this post and put a separate page up for Dave. You can add your memories and contact other friends of Dave on the static page. Thanks!

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RIP David Klepsig, Jr.

This morning we were on our way to a tech gig when I got a call from David’s roommate Witt. It always scares me when Witt calls and this time was as bad as it could be: David had passed overnight. Witt found him in bed this morning.

I knew Dave wasn’t doing well, he’d been having lots of seizures due to blood sugar problems and the broken leg/heart attack. As a matter of fact, Dave and I talked about the seizures and all just a couple of weeks ago. He was worried about his health, too.

I’m on a break from being at Dave’s house with Witt. Dave’s mother was in St Simons, so she’ll get here around 5 or 6 tonite. We had to wait for the transportation people to get there after the Medical Examiner did his thing. Once that was done, we cleaned the house a bit. I picked up Dave’s room and stripped the bed and generally straightened up. We also rounded up the, um, stuff that his mother needn’t see. Everything is all straight. I’ll need to finish all the laundry and stuff at some point.

I hope Dave’s mother doesn’t get all bitchy on us. When she gets rattled, she basically loses her shit and won’t let anyone help with anything. Which would be fine if she could manage things, but she also gets totally squirrelly and forgets stuff. So. Hopefully she’ll let us (Witt, me Nick) take care of stuff here while she makes funeral arrangements and takes care of family things.

There is no will that I know of – Dave and I talked about doing a living will but never got around to it. We’re pretty sure that the house and all that will end up in probate court and then Dave’s mother will be the executrix of the estate. Again, I hope she will listen when I tell her that Dave and I talked about his stuff and I know for a fact that he wants his musical friends to have his music equipment and I know he wants Witt to have whatever he wants of the furniture and stuff. As for me, Dave had jokingly told me that I could have his Advent speakers – which are SWEET. I know that I’d like to have maybe his DJ stuff since I did so much work with him on that. I dunno. We’ll see what his mother does. I really hope she doesn’t get all bitch ass on us. We know Dave much better than she does, but you know how family is.

In any case, I’m bittersweet about Dave’s passing. On the one hand, I wish for more time to hang out and do stuff with him. On the other hand, he was feeling crappy all the time and he was very depressed about not being able to do stuff like he used to. He was not happy at all lately.

Well, Dave, all that’s done. I hope and pray that you have a better time of it in the next life. This one certainly was a tough one.

Dave, you stringy mofo, I’ll miss you! Who will I argue music with now?? Rest well, my friend. I’ll catch ya on the flipside.

I have closed comments on this post and put a separate page up for Dave. You can add your memories and contact other friends of Dave on the static page. Thanks!