Tuesday, February 17, 2026
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Dave wasn’t just someone who visited: he was woven into our family’s story. He was my dad’s friend from the Madison Police Department, and I loved listening to them swap police stories. The serious ones, the hilarious ones, the ones that ended in uncontrollable laughter. You could feel the years of friendship between them.
When he came to see us in Alaska, it meant so much. He was always genuinely interested in what we were doing, asking questions and really listening. And he never hesitated to sit down and play games with us, fully present, no rushing off, just enjoying the moment.
And then there were the postcards. No matter where he traveled, one would show up in the mail with his thoughtful handwriting on the back. I still have so many of them: little treasures that remind me how intentional and kind he was.
I will miss him and his postcards more than I can say. Praying for his family and everyone who loved him.
