I can't believe Dave is gone. He was one of those guys you thought would live forever. He was iconic in so many ways. He grew up living with my Grandparents and being 10 years older than me I thought he was so cool. Even when he took me out in the middle of a sticker patch when I was about 2 or 3 and left me, he thought that was so funny until my mother chased him down, took his shoes off and carried him out to the middle of that patch and set him down. He never stopped laughing. Then he married this cute little 14 year old and everyone said it would never last. But we all know what happened. They just refused to give up. Then after a couple years in college Dave sensed that I was "direction ally challenged" and asked me to come to Texas and be his helper. No one could weld like Dave, beautiful figure 8 welds. At the start of a new job the welders had to test. Dave had no use for it but he would finish his weld, pull his shield up and never make eye contact with the inspector, he just looked away waiting for the inevitable "it's good" from the inspector and then murmur "good, good, doesn't he mean best I've ever seen?". He was fearless. He would finish a weld and then 60 feet up he would take off walking across a couple of strands of 6" pipe. Just push his shield up and start walking. No one was more fun to be around but you couldn't take that fun-loving demeanor for granted. At 160 pounds soaking wet you didn't want to be on the wrong side of him. The only person I ever saw him back down from was Donna. She ruled. My job at the house was to watch for her to return from grocery shopping on Saturdays so he could get off the phone with Aunt Ruby before she came in. Of course she always found out when the bill came but Dave was all about "not seeking permission but hoping for forgiveness". In those days long-distance telephone was very expensive but he an Ruby loved to talk with each other. Both of them "wild things". all you have to do is look at his "girls" as he refers to his daughter, granddaughters and great granddaughters to see what a great father and grandfather he was. I know there will be lots of tears including mine. Yes, he was iconic, hell on wheels, but he was one of the most lovable persons I have ever known. There will be lots of knee slapping fun and laughter in Heaven. I'll miss him greatly!