Our American Roots (Maternal Ancestor No. 2 Henry's Descendant No. 5)
Back to Main Page
David Paul Marx
b. May 04, 1931 in Portland, OR
d. April 24, 1997 in Mercer Island, WA
Parents:Father: Theodore Michael MarxFamily:
Mother: Hazel Edna WilliamsMarriage: April 07, 1956 in Seattle, WAFamily History:
Spouse: Mary Beth BallouOn April 27,1997 Joseph Gerard Phillip Marx in Elk Rapids, MI sent a letter to Mary Beth Marx and the grieving church at 8846 SE 40th, Mercer Island: "I am sorry that I cannot be with you tomorrow. My decision rests not upon any one factor. But weighing heavily is the cost (on such short notice) of the airfare between here and there. Something like $730, and at a time when I used every bit of my monthly income to finish things remaining to be done on my house. We share a great sorrow, a sorrow of loss: the loss of a husband, the loss of a father and the loss of a brother. I am one who can truly share this pain with you. I have lost the very last person in this world I could do things with. Loneliness now descends upon my life and there is nothing that can fill it. There is no one now to do things with. We will no longer hear his words in our ears. Dave used words made of sound to tell us what he was thinking and how much he loved us. But now, thought for him is pure thought, no longer needing the crippling medium made from matter and its dimensions of space and time. His language now is "angel speak" which he will use to talk to us now. It will take some practice on our part to hear him. Although he is not an angel and would never want to be, he still "talks" like one because, like them, he now enjoys the "perks" of a spirit. He uses the same kind of communication that spirits use in talking with each other. We should know something of this kind of speech. It is pure thought. Communication now is thought to thought. It will not come in words to us. We will not hear voices. If we did, we would not believe our ears and we would doubt. And so we will find a thought suddenly there in our awareness and somehow we can tell. It's not ours. It's someone else talking. And then we know…he is there, for where his thought is, there is he. Spirit is in the place where it acts. This is heavy stuff. Some people think I'm a lightweight. But not quite. I'm simply an old hand at conversing with a beloved spirit who has died. And now with Dave joining the chorus I have a crowd to listen to. A chorus of love. I can tell who is who by what the subject matter is that we once had in common. It is a wonderful thing being spirit, to be free of the constraints of matter and its dimensions of place and time. A spirit (the human spirit) in the act of death bursts out of the cage of the body that had limited its immense power and then explodes into a state of perfect love of self and God and of others, and a state of perfect knowledge. Without the body it is free of the constraint of being in a place within this universe. It is now "pan-cosmic. Now that is a word that bears the weight of an entire universe of thought. To be nowhere and yet to be everywhere for in the so-called "dimension" where the spirit lives, there simply is no "where" there. It is as meaningless to ask where Dave is now, as to ask the question: "how high is blue?" Wonder then of the beauty of what I say even if you may not grasp fully the truth of it. Our husband, our father, my brother is close and more present to all of us now than ever he was or could be before. Yet nothing has changed. He is still Dave. Only the excellence and closeness of his being has changed. He is now more perfect than he was before he died. Before he had to work through the constraints and limitations of the body. Now he can work without them and he can love more and perfectly so, than ever before. You will find that he will not interfere with the way things are going in this life. He now possesses perfect knowledge of the present and the future. He knows where things are going. He knows the good of it that is hidden from us because he can see better than we can, the love smiling upon the face of God. Dave is surely with God. If he cannot make it there, who of us can? But who is it that now is enjoying his company in that high empyrean plain? That community that stands before the face of God, and knows Him and loves Him? Who is it now that calls him husband and father and brother all in one? Do they know who it is that stands at their side? Do they know…how unbelievably lucky they are!"Children:
Back to Main Page
Copyright 2001 Richard Joseph Bucknum