Birth date: Dec 29, 1937 Death date: Jan 30, 2021
David Cyril Curtis, age 83, our beloved father, grandfather, brother, and friend, passed away peacefully, surrounded by his family, on Saturday, January 30, 2021. David was born on December 29, 1937 to Cyril Henry Curtis, and Rowe Read Obituary
David has been a real spiritual frind since 2005 he played the piano at my wife's memorial Jan. 2019 ~ we made many trips to Mt. Shasta and Vancouver BC to attend Radiant Rose events during his struggles these past few years i was I who he trusted to talk too when he did not feel like joining in with our local group events and I was gl;ad to be his support up till two weeks ago when his last visit he was not looking too good aqnd he was not answering his phone i suspected that things were not right. David was my dear friend up until the end. ~ Jeremiah
David Curtis is my uncle. He had a musical gift and used that gift to bring joy to others. He accompanied his wife and children and others in singing. When I was younger, I remember being part of some rest home performances with the family. These performances brought joy to these elderly people through music. That is how my uncle brought joy to others is through his musical gifts. I love these wonderful memories of service I have with Uncle David and the Curtis family. His children have also been blessed with musical gifts that they share, bringing joy to others. Thank you Uncle David for developing your talents and sharing them with others!
I met David when I started dating his niece and my now wife Betsy. David loved the piano, and would play for me and ask me to play for him. I remember he introduced me to a performance of a piece I had not heard before, Mephisto Waltz by Fran’s Liszt. He showed me the recording by pianist Earl Wild. It was an amazing piece.
I also remember Dave and Maureen would do musical performances for nursing homes and rest homes. What a blessed way to lift the lives of people in the twilight of their lives, many of whom were likely lonely.
I am grateful to Dave for accepting me into the family, and for sharing his gift and love of music with me and many, many others.
Dear Family and friends of David,
My condolences to you, my heart is in communion with yours. In the silence, across the miles, in California. May Spirit bless you and all his friends.
I met David about 20 years ago at a Radiant Rose Academy gathering in Vancouver, Canada. We seemed to have an almost immediate soul connection. He accompanied me as I danced and his voice carried our gratitude and devotion to Spirit. As Ashaya had made her transition, our performance was in her honor. “Wind Beneath My Wings” was the song and I felt lifted to heights of effulgence as we praised Spirit together with the Radiant Rose Academy community.
Through the years Dávid kept the silence with me on many a day when courage was needed. (Single parenting six of my own) I always felt a remarkable sense of trust and safety for the Divine masculine in his presence. Which could be felt across thousands of miles. He was my mentor and friend. I will always look to the strength, faith, peace and courage he inspired.
His Presence will only be stronger now that he is freer than free. I sense that David’s consciousness is here and there, with THE most spiritually evolved souls I have and have not yet met. He transmuted many challenges in this life, some he shared with me, which helped me in my recovery from co-dependency /addictive tendencies and to be a better mother and daughter. As he was a metaphysician, where metaphysics is not generally understood or accepted in this society, he was a trail blazer and a rock of Light and unconditional love that simply made possible time and again, life affirmation.
When devastating and taboo mental health issues appeared in my family, David supported choices towards wholeness, harmony and empowerment, where weakness and avarice could have prevailed. He supported my family unity when I desperately needed support.
It may seem audacious to some for me to say, nevertheless, I feel that the unseen holds universes of rainbow colored joy and bright hope, due to the scope of David’s often unrecognized, yet dazzling light. He lived for music, and the deep abiding joy it engenders, that just might be the power that runs the universe. He was open hearted and inclusive of diversity, which meant the world to me, being an adult third culture kid whose children identify as African American. His sensitivity was striking too, due to the fact that many white men from his generation (in my family for example) are not as compassionately tolerant.
David’s love of the oceans, mountains, rivers and lakes was palpable.
Thank you for sharing David with me. I will always love and respect my dearest friend.
Claire Shemalaya Lightfoot Gaillard MA
Active Living Program Director
Uncle David was an amazing piano player and I have fond memories of family night at Grandpa Cy’’s where we would sit around the piano and sing a d listen to lovely music together. I love the memories and he was always very kind to me. May he Rest In Peace.
I heard of my Uncle Dave’s passing with sadness but not shock. He was very frail the last time I saw him, which was last summer, a month after the untimely death of his son Dave. He didn’t contribute much to the conversation, but he was following and interested. That’s the way he was throughout his life—engaged and curious. He was a spiritual man, a listener. I have a lot of happy memories when I think of my uncle. Our families had a lot of fun together. And if I recollect correctly, once when our families were on vacation at the Homestead, he gave me some advice when I was just learning to swim and trying to overcome a fear of the water. He told me to just relax, link my hands over my head and kick until my fingers touched the edge of the pool. I remember enjoying that feeling of being buoyant and having the water hold me up. To this day, I’m an avid swimmer who still uses that technique when I’m doing the back stroke and coming close to the edge of the pool. I often think back on him, his patience with me and his willingness to help. That’s the kind of man he was.
Lori Farnsworth, niece
Dave and I were Good friends and our Birthdays were very close the last of Dec. We met on the 28th this last Dec for lunch. My wife & I used to do mañy things with Dave & Maureen
