David Brent Ackerman

David Brent Ackerman, 69, passed away peacefully on February 11, 2026, at Medical City, Dallas from a heart attack and kidney failure. Born on March 9, 1956, mentally handicapped and with many physical limitations, David achieved much more than everyone expected of him. In his early years, David attended two special needs schools, the Northaven School for the first twelve years of his life and later, the Brown School through age 20. David was a sweet, kind, humble and endearing man who never met a stranger. He was full of love, never having a harsh or negative word to say about anyone he met. He was also tenacious. He loved to work even with his limited abilities. Before his father passed, David worked for him sweeping the floors and cutting the grass on several properties his father owned. Though David never earned much, the joy on his face when he received his paycheck lit up the room. David is predeceased in death by his father, Lester Randall “Les” Ackerman, his mother, Edna Del Rosenblatt Ackerman, his maternal grandfather, William Rosenblatt, MD and his maternal grandmother, Regina Rosenblatt. David is survived by his sister, Valerie Ruth “Sissy” Ackerman, his brother, William Randall “Randy” Ackerman and Randy’s wife, Diana. He is also survived by his niece, Parker Ackerman Gutjahr and her husband, Josh, as well as his nephew, Greyson Randall Ackerman and his wife, Amina. Many thanks to Seth and the nurses and attendants at Sage Oaks who made David’s life journey so much better. Also, many thanks to the Medical City staff who cared for David in his final hours. We love you David and will miss you more than you could ever have imagined. You are now free to fly, released from the chains and limitations that bound you on this earth. Be kind to those you meet and those around you. Charish your friends and family. Give them a hug and tell them you love them. You can never say it enough!

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth

Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things

You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung

High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,

I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung

My eager craft through footless halls of air . . .

Up, up the long, delirious burning blue

I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace

Where never lark, or ever eagle flew —

And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod

The high untrespassed sanctity of space,

Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.