We lost a friend this morning. Dave Colt, 86 years young. Loving husband of Marge, proud father of 2 and "Bink" to several grandchildren. Dapper dresser and friendly, helpful, kind soul. Servant of the living God. Lifetime resident of Hampton, NH and long time member of Hampton First Baptist Church. Dave had a great sense of humor and a sharp mind.
Dave came to mean a lot to Mark and I in a short time. We were amazed at his memory, tickled by his sense of humor and thankful for his friendship. He came to our house a couple of weeks ago to get help with his new laptop. Mark downloaded some software for him and talked to him about whether or not he should upgrade from the dial up internet connection he had at home. As I listened to the conversation I realized that Dave wanted, not only updates for his computer, but some understanding of how it all worked.
In our time here at Hampton Dave was anxious for us to find our place in the community. He did all he could to make us feel at home and help us get acquainted with our surroundings. He always had some little bit of insider information he wanted to share with us. Once, when I went into the office to tell Mark I was going to Seabrook for groceries, Dave was there and said, "You're not going to Seabrook, Jessie, you're going to "the Brook". Say you're going to the "the Brook. "
Dave and Marge were avid square dancers. He was always headed to Saco, Maine on a Sunday afternoon to go square dancing. Apparently, when his grand daughter suggested that he should take her, too, he responded "I don't think you could keep up with Gram and I." If you asked "Are you going dancing again today, Dave?" He would say, "Yes, but don't tell my Grandmother!"
Dave had a stroke the other night. When his family took him to the hospital he was alert and passing all the tests, answering questions, touching the correct body parts, etc. They expected a night in the hospital and release the next day, but his brain began to swell and bleed, and by morning his condition was deteriorating. The doctors were not hopeful, his family gathered and surrounded him with all the love born of a life well lived. We got up this morning wondering if Dave was in this world or the next. The call came at 9:00 am. Dave met the Savior at about 5 this morning.
So Dave is lost to us in this world, but found in the arms of our Savior.
Dave came to mean a lot to Mark and I in a short time. We were amazed at his memory, tickled by his sense of humor and thankful for his friendship. He came to our house a couple of weeks ago to get help with his new laptop. Mark downloaded some software for him and talked to him about whether or not he should upgrade from the dial up internet connection he had at home. As I listened to the conversation I realized that Dave wanted, not only updates for his computer, but some understanding of how it all worked.
In our time here at Hampton Dave was anxious for us to find our place in the community. He did all he could to make us feel at home and help us get acquainted with our surroundings. He always had some little bit of insider information he wanted to share with us. Once, when I went into the office to tell Mark I was going to Seabrook for groceries, Dave was there and said, "You're not going to Seabrook, Jessie, you're going to "the Brook". Say you're going to the "the Brook. "
Dave and Marge were avid square dancers. He was always headed to Saco, Maine on a Sunday afternoon to go square dancing. Apparently, when his grand daughter suggested that he should take her, too, he responded "I don't think you could keep up with Gram and I." If you asked "Are you going dancing again today, Dave?" He would say, "Yes, but don't tell my Grandmother!"
Dave had a stroke the other night. When his family took him to the hospital he was alert and passing all the tests, answering questions, touching the correct body parts, etc. They expected a night in the hospital and release the next day, but his brain began to swell and bleed, and by morning his condition was deteriorating. The doctors were not hopeful, his family gathered and surrounded him with all the love born of a life well lived. We got up this morning wondering if Dave was in this world or the next. The call came at 9:00 am. Dave met the Savior at about 5 this morning.
So Dave is lost to us in this world, but found in the arms of our Savior.
