Eulogy of Dave Prosperous – The First Black Sheep

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Eulogy of Dave Prosperous
Collaboration between: Rochelle, Reid, Troy, Kate, Jack
Read: Monday 13 February 2023

 

Hello friends, family, and relatives of Trent. My name is Reid and Trent, or Dave Prosperous, as he called himself out West, was my older brother.

We’re here to celebrate the life and memory of a complex man who has touched the lives of each person here. We strive to respect and hold onto the best version of him that we can, and in a way that honors and respects his memory in a personal way.

 

The first place Trent lived in was a farm just a couple miles from here. His parents remember him joyfully helping his dad with the farm chores and requested his name be changed to “Farmer Fred.” One of his first jobs was for Gordy, and he was, according to his mom, one of the best milkers he’d had.

In his teenage years, Trent would leave the house wearing two layers of shirts to pass the home inspection. Some days he would be running out of the house carrying his socks and shoes. His friends in the back would yell at Stanley “Stop the bus, he‘s coming!” Trent would scramble up the steps and reach over Stanley’s head to switch the radio station, hoping that Nirvana, Jimmy Hendrix, Metallica, or Guns and Roses would come on. He’d plop in the back where he’d take off his outer shirt to showcase one of his varied interests.

As younger siblings, we had a hard time following his shadow through school. He was so well loved that his teachers seemed disappointment that we fell so short of his example. We were curious what he was doing to stand out, so asked him. His eyes lit up when he chuckled “Ms Jensen? I complimented her outfits and shoes every day!”

Trent designed and sewed his own clothes, including a full-length fur coat — which legend tells was purchased right off his back. Later, he re-upholstered his blue Cadillac to make it his own. He squeezed into that thing, as many of his friend as he could and cruised around.

Trent loved sports, and collected boxes upon boxes of players cards as a child. He wore shirts, hats, and coats displaying support for a vast array of teams. This interest and his talent connecting with other people led him to becoming the sales manager at Score Sports. He could effortlessly connect with people by showing enthusiasm in their favorite sports teams.

We regret there are so many stories we will never know, that he will never finish, a lot of his life that we haven’t mentioned, and pain he can never help resolve. Regardless, thank you all for sharing your memories and being here today because Trent has touched your lives in some way.

 

We will cherish Trent for his intelligence, wit, humor, charm, and joy. His magnetic and gregarious personality drew everyone to him. His sparkling eyes and deep laugh warmed every space he entered.

 

The last chance I had to spent a good amount of time with Trent was on a road trip with him and my friend around the beginning of 2009. He joined with only a day or two of notice. Of course, he still had a hard time waking up so he left the door unlocked for me to shake him awake. He got up, grabbed some clothes, and off we went.

He trusted me with my driving and fell right asleep. Unfortunately, that trust was misplaced as I, also, fell asleep. Wewoke up driving into the ditch with snow flying over us and his knees hitting the glove box. He groggily tried to get his bearings and then once he did, laughed about it, hopped out, and started pushing. Fortunately, we were able to continue on.

We lived out of my small car for about a week, showering where we could including a campsite with cold well water. He talked to me about living in the moment, being flexible, and adapting. He laughed off multiple surprises and challenges on the trip.

I felt he was particularly proud of showing me the sights that he had previously seen. He also showed his appreciation for art while we were looking at the Blue Bear in Denver. I had mentioned how much it must have cost, my friend noticed the passion, and Trent saw the artistry and craft of it.

Trent always lived fast. He asked me to wait on cashing his check until payday for his share totaling 142 or so dollars.

I really appreciated that trip with him, which turned out to be our last.

 

Trent’s life ended prematurely after suffering from abuse, trauma, mental health challenges, and a long battle with addiction.

For anyone struggling, please reach out to those who can support you so you may thrive.

Years ago Trent had said that if he ever leaves this planet, don’t worry because he got bored of this one and plans to explore another. From those who love you on Earth, we wish you the best on your next journey. May you find the peace and happiness that you deserve. Farewell, my brother. With love from your family, relatives, and friends.

 

Trent wrote a poem which was included on the program. We’d like everyone here to join in reading it.

 

So,

walking down the road

travel’s as they

unfold

i find in my vision

a double star crossed livin

what to do

what to say

how to let you know

everything is okay

i try

to do it right

i thank god

for this blessed light

and sing

to the stars

and right

all that’s wrought

(San Francisco, CA. 5 July 2013).