David H. Werner, aka Harold Dave Werner, transitioned into human form in Colorado Springs in April of 1938. He passed back into Spirit on July 23, 2023. He is survived by two children by his first wife, one grandchild, one great-grandchild, his former wife and best friend of 40 years and many lifetimes-Atashnaa, his lifelong best friend-Leo, and friends-Lisa, Holadia, Richard, Misa, Donna, who loved and cared for him.
David was a great cook. He was kind, gentle, funny, smart, creative master of many Trades, and in later years, wise. A man who liked animals, children, Nature, and the Ocean. He was also knowledgeable in healthy food and astrology; an interest of his mothers who was a Rosicrucian.
When David was in his early teens, his father moved the family from Colorado Springs to Southern California. “The Wild Bunch” starring Marlon Brando premiered, and his first passion, motorcycles, came into being.
David liked to travel. So, he joined the Navy, literally seeing the world. When he got out, his second passion, surfing, was born. Not one to like being inside all the time in Southern California, he quit his jobs as a mechanical engineer for a major government contractor, and at one of the first Chart House Restaurants where he served in many roles.
He then moved to Hawaii, working various jobs. As an entrepreneurial side gig, he started the first “smoothie” business in Hawaii making them at music festivals with a couple of coolers and blenders charging $1. He then went on to open a small natural food store called The Periwinkle. Eventually, he became an artisan carpenter on his own schedule.
David surfed many now famous spots from California through Baja with his friends Leo and Blackie. When the guys got older and the surf spots got crowded, David, his friends’ Leo, and Steve, both renowned photographers, started going on “safari” to remote quiet beaches in Baja California.
David’s mother moved back to Colorado Springs from Southern California in the 1980s. At the same time, David came out to Colorado at the request of a friend from Hawaii to build him a house on Sugarloaf. When the house was finished, David planned on going back to California, however, his mother suffered a stroke, and he stayed to take care of her, and be with me.
The owner of the house traveled and very briefly lived in the house. So, we moved into it. Then the house burned to the ground during the Black Tiger Fire. It was uninsured. Good thing that David was a master artisan tradesman by this time (self-taught but always to code). David’s friend Frank allowed us to build a cabin on one of his properties nearby. We literally built it from the ground up; cutting and milling trees to laying them in place, and everything else. We had a wood stove for heat, and for many years a dirt floor; till friends started telling us that we used dust as a condiment.
David liked road trips. He liked being outdoors hiking, camping, walking, and just being. When he couldn’t do that any longer, he’d sit outside to feel the warmth of the sun, smell the fresh air, listen, and watch the birds and animals. When that became difficult, he would sit in a chair in front of the windows and the birds and animals would visit.
David’s wish was to pass on into Spirit in the home that we built. But because of the inability to find home healthcare aides, I very sadly couldn’t make that happen and he died in Montana at his daughter’s house.
