David Glenn Robertson
May 6, 1940 – July 15, 2020
David Glenn Robertson died surrounded by his loving family on July 15, 2020, in Frisco, Texas. He is survived by his wife and best friend of 54 years, Georgia Robertson (née Slupe), his two daughters and sons-in-law Heather Robertson Bartos & David Bartos, and Holly Robertson Taylor & Brian Taylor. He is also survived by two grandchildren, Aila and Arran Bartos, who lovingly called him “Bubba.”
David was born May 6, 1940 in Little Rock, Arkansas, to Edward Eastland Robertson and Sophie Glenn Robertson, both deceased. He was also pre-deceased by a brother Edward Eastland Robertson, Jr. He merited distinguished service in the U.S. Navy from 1964 to 1970, serving in the Vietnam Conflict as a Lieutenant JG. He spent the following 30 years in transportation management, working for City of Houston Police and Fire Departments, consecutively.
He loved to travel and had spent the past few years cruising down the various rivers of Europe, and had a trip planned to Scotland this August, which was canceled due to COVID-19. In light of his progressing illness, his family brought Scotland to him, hosting a Robert Burns dinner and a Royal Edinburgh Military Tattoo watch party (albeit it was a 2019 DVD) and even serving fish n’ chips and scotch eggs. Although he was too sick to imbibe on some single malt scotch, he did allow his children to turn the AC down to 70 to mimic Edinburgh in August.
David had a sense of humor as dry as his favorite vodka martini, and often quoted Dame Maggie Smith from Downton Abbey. “How cold is it on that moral high ground?” was his favorite line of hers. He watched both the stock market and weather apps with an eagle eye, because surely one or the other would soon crash.
He loved a good historical war movie, nearly sparking a divorce when early in his marriage he told his wife that Battan had a happy ending. Although he never boasted about his dancing prowess, once he got out on the dance floor, the ladies (really, the entire party) flocked to him. He liked to say he should have been an extra in Dirty Dancing or a backup singer for Bonnie Raitt. Or both.
But his first love was his family. A hopeless romantic, he wooed his wife until the very end, calling her “his beautiful bride,” and celebrating their last anniversary with flowers and a Whataburger. As a Scottish-American and a Navy sailor, he went down with fighting spirit. He owned both soul and grace and a wicked gleam in his eye. But he got the call, and an offer he couldn’t refuse. He is off to a reunion with family and friends, and his beloved dog, Hudson. Fair winds and following seas to the man, the myth and the legend.