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Madelynn Brooks
Nov 15 2009
When David was born into our family, I was 13 years old. He was my doll. When I took care of him on Saturdays, we went to the show and I had to chase him across the stage at the Lakewood theatre. When I moved into the dorm at Baylor, the girls would yell"man on floor" and out of the elevator would toddle 4 year old David. David learned to work with his hands as a "fix it" man from my husband, Bill. He learned compassion for those who suffer as he grew up helping my mom with her migraines. I took him to orientation at Austin College and spent many nights helping him design youth programs at Gaston Ave. Baptist Church. My "doll" grew in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. He was a "family man" to our family, his family, and to the family of God. No longer a "man of floor", but always a "man in heaven".
Debi Krueger
Nov 13 2009
One of my favorite memories of Bro.David is from a story he gave during a sermon. He said that everyone always asks him if Baptists can dance. He said that he always answers, "Some can and some can't." I always laugh when I think of that.
Gretchen Eikenburg
Nov 09 2009
The best advice I could give someone whose life has also been altered by the death of a loved one is to remember them and keep their memories alive. Memories directly link you to the past, a past filled with the love of your special person. Through memories you can build from the past, a sense of meaning in the present, and a hope for the possibilities that lie ahead in the future. From my memories I have found values, understandings, happiness and a way to move forward without leaving my daddy behind. My dad will forever live on in my life. I will always love Dr. Pepper and Vanilla Bean ice cream because my daddy taught me too. I will always ask for extra cherry in a cherry coke from Dairy Queen because he taught me to order it that way. I will value family and know the blessings a good friendship brings because he showed me through his interactions with others. I will forever know the unconditional love of a father because he showed it to me daily for 23 years. And lastly, I will always take comfort in knowing I will see him again someday because he raised me to believe in a Good God. I do not have to worry about leaving my daddy behind as I try to pick up the pieces and move forward in my life. Through my memories of the past, he will always resurface in my present and give me strength to embrace the future with a smile.
