David Page Stair

David Stair was born June 14, 1946, in Poughkeepsie, New York, to his much loved parents Helen and Joseph Stair. He had fond memories of his youth, often sharing stories of his friends, dances, tennis and Dutchess Community College, where he attended before serving in the Navy during the Vietnam War.

He met his wife Alexandra (Lesia) while in college and they married in their early twenties - proceeding to have a lifelong love affair. They had two children Philip and Elizabeth. David worked in finance throughout his career after completing his schooling at Florida State University and then later getting his master's degree at Georgia State while also working. He coached soccer when his children were young and volunteered for his son's Boy Scout troop.

Although David enjoyed his Roswell, Georgia community, he also loved spending time in Navarre Beach, Florida, where they had a condo at the Regency and a tight-knit group of friends.

After an 18-year battle with Parkinson's, David passed on November 9, 2017. He is survived by his wife Lesia, children Philip and Elizabeth, daughter-in-law Cammie, son-in-law Rory, and three grandchildren, Grace, Caleb and Jim.

He will be much missed by the people that he positively affected during his life. On this last voyage, David will have found his Ithaka. May it bring peace.

In lieu of flowers, please consider a donation to:

Dutchess Community College Foundation

53 Pendell Rd.

Poughkeepsie, NY 12601

Gifts made by credit card can be completed through https://1406.thankyou4caring.org/DCCF

Please put David Stair in the memo.

At this time, arrangements have not been finalized. However, the family is planning on a small, immediate family event in David's memory.

Ithaka by Cavafy

As you set out for Ithaka hope the voyage is a long one, full of adventure, full of discovery. Laistrygonians and Cyclops, angry Poseidon--don't be afraid of them: you'll never find things like that on your way as long as you keep your thoughts raised high, as long as a rare excitement stirs your spirit and your body. Laistrygonians and Cyclops, wild Poseidon--you won't encounter them unless you bring them along inside your soul, unless your soul sets them up in front of you. Hope the voyage is a long one. May there be many a summer morning when, with what pleasure, what joy, you come into harbors seen for the first time; may you stop at Phoenician trading stations to buy fine things, mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony, sensual perfume of every kind-- as many sensual perfumes as you can; and may you visit many Egyptian cities to gather stores of knowledge from their scholars. Keep Ithaka always in your mind. Arriving there is what you are destined for. But do not hurry the journey at all. Better if it lasts for years, so you are old by the time you reach the island, wealthy with all you have gained on the way, not expecting Ithaka to make you rich. Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey. Without her you would not have set out. She has nothing left to give you now. And if you find her poor, Ithaka won't have fooled you. Wise as you will have become, so full of experience, you will have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.