D a v i d R L
o o k
1938 - 2006
During
your journey on your final flight home.
White wings will carry you and you will be flown.
To the pearly gates of Heaven, where they will usher you in.
To the feet of your Lord, your Savour, your friend.
He will hold you in his arms and the angels will sing.
As another one of His children is delivered on white wings
At his Friday, September 29th, memorial service, his Pastor Louise Armstrong and several attendees shared their personal remembrances of Dave, reminding us that he was, at the same time, both a complex and a caring a person. Beyond being a loving husband of 42 years, devoted father to three daughters, doting grandfather of four, military veteran and dependable Xerox employee, Dave gave of his time and talents generously, answering his community's calls for help. Without thought of praise or profit, Dave volunteered countless hours to the Penfield Presbyterian Church as Elder and Head Usher (not to mention committee assignments); gave 25 years of selfless service to the Perinton Volunteer Ambulance Corps and served for 10 years as inspirational President of the Parkinson Support Group of Upstate New York.
In the process of this full and unselfish life, Dave taught those of us in the Parkinson community that, however limiting our affliction may at times seem, we can still enjoy life and reach out to help and comfort others.
It was our privilege to know David Look. He gave each if us so much and asked so little in return. The memories we now carry with us are Dave’s parting gift to all of us.
The Lost Sonnet
Gary Hilburger
In Memory of David Look
The wind at my window
where blossoms in fragrance once grew,
bears on soft breath
remnants of frail beauty
in shades of Autumn’s late hue.
Branches, now barren and dark,
once moist in mornings of dew,
of unyielding nature remind,
taken in the night by the frost,
a sonnet whose lines
in shadows are lost.
Let us now rekindle our flame
with memories of beauty, refrain,
in this, our brittle winter of time.
