DAVID HOLMES, bsc

David, you were a very dear friend to me. I will miss you so very much. I haven't talked to you in a few years, but you were always in my thoughts. Every time I thought about you, and it was often, I kept reminding myself to call you. I never did. I will regret this for the rest of my life. With your passing I have come to realize, far to late, that we must never lose contact with those that mean so much to us, and we must tell those that mean so much to us how we feel about them.

David, never again will I hear your voice again. Never again will I see your smilling face or see that silly grin again when you tell a bad joke. Never again will I smell those wonderful Cuban cigars. I will never again enjoy a Johnny Walker Red or a Remy Martin with you. I will never again hear your wonderful, embellished stories. I have missed these things for too many years and now I will miss them forever, but they will always be with me, forever.

David, you smoked too much and you drank too much. These were the only vices that I ever saw in you, and you never appologized for them. To me David you were a great man. To me, you were the best director of photography. To me, you were the best story teller. To me, you were the best friend anyone could ever ask for.

David, you liked me from the first time we met, almost thirty years ago. You accepted me for who I was and never asked me to be more than what I was. For this David, I thank you.

David, I know you can see the tears on this page because there are so many. You can never be replaced in my heart. David, I Love you so much.

Here's to you David, Salut!