I am so fortunate to have David as my Grandad. He and my grandmother remain part of my internal compass. Their presence helped guide me into adulthood, fatherhood, and toward being a better human.
I remember how he always treated me with pride, respect, and love. As a child, he took me for walks on the railroad tracks behind his house in Belle Glade. He would help me "collect" railroad nails. He would cut sugarcane for me to chew. In Lake Placid, I caught my first bass with him. I reeled in my first alligator. In the mountains of Montreat, he hiked with me and allowed me to explore the slopes leading down to nearby ravines. We had long nights playing Rummykub (during which Grandmother would always get impatient and how long we took on our turns!). Once, I hit a home run and sent a baseball straight towards the glass window of the cabin. He reached out like a superhero, caught it just before impact, then continued enjoying the hummingbirds, like it never happened. I thought he must have been the strongest person in the world.
Grandad always wore a smile - a genuine smile. Because he loved to enjoy life and he wanted everyone around him to feel good and succeed at what they did. I'll remember how proud he was and that he didn't want any sort of help, even to his own detriment. He was dedicated to his wife, his family, and to his country. He was the kind of man that everyone wanted to have on their team, because he would get a job done.
I had the honor of being with him during some of his last waking hours. When his journey was coming to a close, he kept repeating the same two things: "I wish I could've done more." And, "I believe in God. I sure do." I can't think of a better way to describe who he wanted to be as a person.
I hope to see you again one day. I miss you.
- Your grandson