David Pellichino's Burial Expenses
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"When disappointment or tragedy or suffering strike, we have a decision to make: Will we turn away from God, or will we turn toward Him? Will we refuse His help, or will we seek it? Will we depend on ourselves for the strength we need, or will we depend on Him? One road leads to doubt, anger, bitterness, fear, hopelessness and despair. The other leads to hope, comfort, peace, strength, and joy. Which will it be?" -Billy Graham
I read this now as if it were meant just for me. Today I lost my brother. He was barley 40 years old. I can not comprehend that he will never be 41. His heart just couldn't take the struggle anymore and his body became so weak and worn. My big-hearted brother, David, fought. He fought his battle as hard as he could but this was a bigger battle than any one could win. But I know his soul did not give up that fight. His strength and determination will forever be an inspiration and an example of strength for all of life's battles.
David, although stubborn and unique, had the biggest heart of all. You see our mom taught us many things in life but what she taught us most was love. She loved by example and this is something David certainly reflected. When he loved, he loved with every fiber of his being. He loved every needy animal he ever met. I remember he was 13 when he rescued his first pet. A kitten no bigger than his hand. And for those of you that know David, know he had short stubby hands. But those hands were mighty. Those hands held this tiny creature and brought it back from the brink of death and those hands loved. Those hands fed and cared for this tiniest of creatures for 10 years. Then those same mighty hands dug the grave of his precious little pet. And from that moment on his heart held a special place for all his precious fur babies.
David had many friends. He never met a stranger. He always helped those less fortunate than he. Even when he had little to give he still gave. He could always lift the spirits of others with his quick wit & humor. He knew how to enjoy life even when life was messy.
David was a HARD worker. He gave it his all NO matter the job. He was determined and dedicated. He had many responsibilities in his working life but his passion was for the culinary arts. Although the hours were long and exhausting he was happiest when he could spend his days creating culinary masterpieces.
I remember what a proud moment it was for all of us the day he graduated earning his first official chef's hat. His heart was full of joy & accomplishment that day and his beautiful smile reflected this.
David loved to bowl. And like anything he did, he did it 110%. He practiced as often as he could and he finally got that 300 game. He even won a ring to prove it. He was so proud! I was so lucky to have had the opportunity to share his excitement for the game. He asked to me join his league and for a year. I did just that. David taught me everything he could about the game. Technique, what equipment was best and how to pick up a 7-10 split.
He was so proud to have his little sister side kick on his team, although I'm sure I was really there to help the team's handicap.
My brother loved to fish. He lived to fish. I'll never forget when he got his first grown up checking account and instead of a fancy background image his checks simply read, "I'd rather be fishing." His happiest days were those he spent fishing. When we were in high school we would load up his LTD and hang the fishing poles out the window and head down to the nearest pond. He made me brave the cricket bucket. I actually stuck my hand in this bucket full of live, chirping bugs. And picking up worms and poking them with this scary hook....that boy made me jump right in. Meanwhile, Barry was fighting spiderwebs & tangled fishing lines which kept David & I well entertained. I'd like to add that even though David made me bait my own hook he felt compelled to spare me from removing the fish from the hook. An art I still have not mastered.
Then he bought his own boat and he was on cloud 9! What an amazing feeling for a young man to have his very own fishing boat. He worked so hard to get this boat. He was so proud to take his Dad fishing and spend time out on the water doing what his Dad taught him to do. I know these were some of his best moments.
Down the road he was blessed to meet his greatest love, his beautiful wife, Debbie. He was finally complete and his heart was full. His eyes fluttered and his voice cracked every time he spoke of her. He couldn't wait to call her his wife. He was so proud to have this wonderful woman by his side. Everything he did from that moment on was for Debbie. He would get so excited every time he bought her flowers and gifts. He would text me pictures to ask if I thought she would like it. Of course, he knew she would. I feel certain that rough and tough David was a tender-hearted romantic with stars in his eyes. When he called me to tell me he bought her a ring we both cried the happiest of tears. My brother was in love. And Debbie loved him. She never left his side. She has been there through it all and I am thankful that David felt love. David was finally blessed with a love as strong as his. And THIS should give us comfort to know he was never alone through his suffering. David left this earth loved as he loved.
Although we are all so grief stricken and will always feel this lonely void, we have a decision to make. Do we accept peace or do we refuse it? I choose to accept God's promise of peace and comfort. I pray you all choose the same.
-Stacy McKlveen
April 5, 2017
Services will be held this Saturday 04/08 in Hammond at Harry McKneely & Son Funeral Home from 10:00 - 12:00.
I read this now as if it were meant just for me. Today I lost my brother. He was barley 40 years old. I can not comprehend that he will never be 41. His heart just couldn't take the struggle anymore and his body became so weak and worn. My big-hearted brother, David, fought. He fought his battle as hard as he could but this was a bigger battle than any one could win. But I know his soul did not give up that fight. His strength and determination will forever be an inspiration and an example of strength for all of life's battles.
David, although stubborn and unique, had the biggest heart of all. You see our mom taught us many things in life but what she taught us most was love. She loved by example and this is something David certainly reflected. When he loved, he loved with every fiber of his being. He loved every needy animal he ever met. I remember he was 13 when he rescued his first pet. A kitten no bigger than his hand. And for those of you that know David, know he had short stubby hands. But those hands were mighty. Those hands held this tiny creature and brought it back from the brink of death and those hands loved. Those hands fed and cared for this tiniest of creatures for 10 years. Then those same mighty hands dug the grave of his precious little pet. And from that moment on his heart held a special place for all his precious fur babies.
David had many friends. He never met a stranger. He always helped those less fortunate than he. Even when he had little to give he still gave. He could always lift the spirits of others with his quick wit & humor. He knew how to enjoy life even when life was messy.
David was a HARD worker. He gave it his all NO matter the job. He was determined and dedicated. He had many responsibilities in his working life but his passion was for the culinary arts. Although the hours were long and exhausting he was happiest when he could spend his days creating culinary masterpieces.
I remember what a proud moment it was for all of us the day he graduated earning his first official chef's hat. His heart was full of joy & accomplishment that day and his beautiful smile reflected this.
David loved to bowl. And like anything he did, he did it 110%. He practiced as often as he could and he finally got that 300 game. He even won a ring to prove it. He was so proud! I was so lucky to have had the opportunity to share his excitement for the game. He asked to me join his league and for a year. I did just that. David taught me everything he could about the game. Technique, what equipment was best and how to pick up a 7-10 split.
He was so proud to have his little sister side kick on his team, although I'm sure I was really there to help the team's handicap.
My brother loved to fish. He lived to fish. I'll never forget when he got his first grown up checking account and instead of a fancy background image his checks simply read, "I'd rather be fishing." His happiest days were those he spent fishing. When we were in high school we would load up his LTD and hang the fishing poles out the window and head down to the nearest pond. He made me brave the cricket bucket. I actually stuck my hand in this bucket full of live, chirping bugs. And picking up worms and poking them with this scary hook....that boy made me jump right in. Meanwhile, Barry was fighting spiderwebs & tangled fishing lines which kept David & I well entertained. I'd like to add that even though David made me bait my own hook he felt compelled to spare me from removing the fish from the hook. An art I still have not mastered.
Then he bought his own boat and he was on cloud 9! What an amazing feeling for a young man to have his very own fishing boat. He worked so hard to get this boat. He was so proud to take his Dad fishing and spend time out on the water doing what his Dad taught him to do. I know these were some of his best moments.
Down the road he was blessed to meet his greatest love, his beautiful wife, Debbie. He was finally complete and his heart was full. His eyes fluttered and his voice cracked every time he spoke of her. He couldn't wait to call her his wife. He was so proud to have this wonderful woman by his side. Everything he did from that moment on was for Debbie. He would get so excited every time he bought her flowers and gifts. He would text me pictures to ask if I thought she would like it. Of course, he knew she would. I feel certain that rough and tough David was a tender-hearted romantic with stars in his eyes. When he called me to tell me he bought her a ring we both cried the happiest of tears. My brother was in love. And Debbie loved him. She never left his side. She has been there through it all and I am thankful that David felt love. David was finally blessed with a love as strong as his. And THIS should give us comfort to know he was never alone through his suffering. David left this earth loved as he loved.
Although we are all so grief stricken and will always feel this lonely void, we have a decision to make. Do we accept peace or do we refuse it? I choose to accept God's promise of peace and comfort. I pray you all choose the same.
-Stacy McKlveen
April 5, 2017
Services will be held this Saturday 04/08 in Hammond at Harry McKneely & Son Funeral Home from 10:00 - 12:00.
Organizer and beneficiary
Kevin N Stacy McKlveen
Organizer
Ponchatoula, LA
Debbie Guidry
Beneficiary
