Dave was an artist, a skateboarder, a writer, a printer, a musician. He had a thousand stories and a wicked sense of humor. It is impossible to distill him into a brief paragraph, but he can be defined in part by the people whose lives he touched and by the places he called home: he was a husband, a father, a son, a brother, and a friend. He was a proud Midwesterner, through and through.
He was born in Willard, Ohio on September 19th, 1973 and he left this dimension from, as he would say, "North Cackalacka," on January 20th, 2020.
We miss him with a grief almost as immense as our love. We remember with tears and with aching hearts, but we also remember with laughter—and the hope that, in time, the laughter will overtake the tears.
As Dave would want to say:
"Don't cry. I probably didn't like you anyway."
Please share your own memories, stories, and comments below.