As we try to come to terms with the loss of David, I find comfort in hearing from friends and family about different memories of David. Here is one that came in as a blog comment from Ron, a very good friend of the family. Indeed, we have many memories especially of the time we spent as neighbors. In my post on Super Children, his daughter was the one who asked if it will be ok to share their Dad with my children.
It was sunny, about 80 degrees on a perfect Saturday. I was on my driveway working hard to assemble my daughters new Cozy Coupe. Bright red, cool yellow top and just few parts parts. Should be easy right? I was out there for hours trying to fit what seemed like a square peg in a round hole. Sweat pouring down my face, expletives being muttered under my breath…
When all of a sudden, out of nowhere comes David walking up to me. “Hey, need a hand with that? Been watching you out my window for a while and it looks like you could use some help with your project.” I said sure (I was so glad to see him…he might as well have been a Fisher Price Engineer). Before I had a chance to ask where his tools were the Cozy Coupe was upright on all four wheels and ready to roll.
This is not a story about how inept I am at putting toys together (he would laugh at that). Instead it’s just a quick story that shows what kind of man David was. Always willing to lend a hand, so caring and loving.
When I think of David I think of that day — picturing him laughing at me from his window across the street…it makes me smile. Keep watching good friend. We will miss you dearly.
Ron and family
Below is a picture of David assembling the same car with our older daughter.
VICTORY CHEST 
A few years ago, I attended T & F 1st birthday party, with my little guy and newborn in a stroller, as we headed towards the crowd, a nice smiling man approached us and said, you’re a little late for the party, slightly guilt ridden, I proceeded to tell him how I could barely get out of the house with the newborn etc. He literally laughed out loud and said, ” Nigerians are always late, don’t blame it on the child”, much as I wondered, how dear you?, I knew he was right and his laugh was so infectious I burst out laughing. I also couldn’t help but notice the sweet little girl that happily clutched to him.
My heart goes out to you and your dear girls and I pray immense comfort and strength on you. Thank you for being strong enough to share.
Thank you so much. Your comment made me smile, that was David always so blunt like one of our friends said “he never met a stranger” he could talk to anyone like he knew them for ages