Dina Tyler
I met my dad for the first time in April 1977, when I was thirteen. I spent a week with him and momma Ann and my little brother David jr. He took me skiing, up in a small plane, to where they made Tarzan movies, and around to friends and family... Showing me off I guess. My Dad had a sense of humor I didn't quite understand. He short sheeted the bed. I didn't know that was something you did as a joke. He was a character! He loved people and loved to make them laugh. I didn't have alot of face to face time together through the years, but we talked on the phone. I never doubted my Dad's love for me and my brothers.