Last week, surrounded by family, my brother, Dave, went to be with his Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ. Though we know he is in a better place, the loss leaves a huge hole in our hearts. Dave was an amazing man, though very humble. He was gifted in so many ways- he could take apart anything and rebuild it, he painted, played guitar, he had a mechanical and artistic mind. He was kind, gentle, wise, and meek. When he spoke- it was either very true and wise, or absolutely hilarious! More than that, though, he LOVED. He loved his country by serving in the USAF. He loved his family so much- he often told me of his love for mom and dad, our siblings, and especially for his wife, Lori, and his kids, Christopher and Brittany. He was so proud of them and his love and care for them overflowed in so many ways. They put a smile on his face and lit up his eyes. He loved God, so much. In that last year, Matt and I often visited them and we recal spending a lot of time listening to Dave tell of his love for his Saviour, and he would share so much wisdom with us. He was a kind, gentle, strong man, who will be missed forever.
There are so many memories that come to mind when I think of Dave- and my brother Larry was sharing some of his many many memories as well- including one that Dave had talked about recently: simply driving through the mountains of NW Georgia, years ago, with his brother, windows down and John Denver playing. It's the simple things. The time. Not the big grand plans, while wonderful, but the simple things, the time with family and friends that counted. May we all remember that in the days ahead- what's really important.
We have lost an incredible brother, son, husband, father, and friend. We mourn this loss, but rejoice also at heaven's gain.
We love you Dave and always will.
