“Every time he showed up to the bar with a new tattoo I would say: “Oh no what’s your mother going to say?!” He would smiled and shake his head and say, “She’s going to kill me.” He loved his family, and always spoke of them with respect and admiration.

I loved his tattoo of St. Michael. I remember when he got it. I said: “He looks angry!” And, David said, “He’s not angry. Just stressed.”

~ Marian L., Friend