A Story: Making Moves

“It took a few months, but I am so lucky that Dave convinced us to move to Texas. I met Dave 3 years ago and Dave went from being a character (“my partner”) that I only heard about to a amazing friend of my own. I have so many memories from the past 7 months that I will cherish an entire lifetime. I figured I’d share the day we moved to Texas.

We walked out of the airport and there was Dave. Standing outside his car waving to us with the biggest smile on his face. He embraced Mike and I and said: “Welcome to the good life!” He was right. Mike and I scheduled our car and furniture to be delivered all in the same day as we moved.  As we got into Dave’s car I saw two red bulls, one for Mike and one for me, a huge bottle of wine for me and a humidor for Mike. Considering Dave loved cigars, whether Mike liked them or not, he better start! And, he did! 

He brought us to to pick up Mike’s car and then followed us to our apartment. Instead of doing whatever he needed to do, he sat outside and waited for us to finish our hour-long paperwork. He did a walk-through of our apartment. And, after all this he took us to lunch, paid as a “welcome to Texas”meal (which of course included sangria!). 

He then brought us to Total Wine and back to the apartment. Now, you’d think after a full day of helping us, Dave would go home.  No, not Dave. He carried couches, beds, televisions, and so many boxes into our apartment. Finally he turned to Mike and I and said: “Stop! You have time to unpack. You need to enjoy your time here!” So, we went to the pool. We drank beers, and the boys smoked cigars. 

Dave was Mike’s best friend, but did not know me or owe me anything. Through the next few months Dave spent at least three days a week at our apartment. Each time, taking the to get to know me. His friendship with Mike is something I will always cherish. And to me, he became a brother.”

~ Stefanie O., Friend

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A Tribute: A Lifetime of Light

This is final part of a longer note I received from Bryan R. For related posts see: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6; Part 7.

He was an anomaly. He operated out of the norm at times, yet he always had a reason, and I always had a laugh.  My life is better because I knew him; my life is shattered because I knew him.  However, for every moment in which I think back to March 1st, I have a lifetime of light to break the darkness.

~ Bryan R., NYPD

A Story: Random Bits

This is part 7 of a longer note I received from Bryan R. about the Dave’s “humorously paradoxical lifestyle” as Bryan so nicely put it. For related posts see: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6.

I’m not sure I have ever met a man as pale as Dave.  I’m not even sure I’ve seen nor heard of his feet touching the sand on a beach.  Yet somehow Texas stole his heart.  “Dude, it’s sick.  The complex I live in has a giant pool and chairs to sit on and get your tan on.”

Dave drove slower than the elderly, yet that didn’t stop him from buying a speedy Volkswagen sports car.  “Bro, this thing flies.  Turbo speed is the best.”

He had a habit of pinching his male-friend’s chests, just to annoy them.  God forbid anyone ever try returning the favor.  “ooWWWW!” That drawn-out, over-exaggerated yell, with a, “Dude stop, you’re being annoying!”

~Bryan R., NYPD

A Story: Workouts, Fast Food & Zero-Calorie Beverages

This is part 6 of a longer note I received from Bryan R. about the Dave’s “humorously paradoxical lifestyle” as Bryan so nicely put it. For related posts see: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5.

“When I visited Dave in TX, most work-out sessions never came to light. “I haven’t gone to the gym in two days, I have to go today.”  Yet, somehow, the car would veer off at the nearest What-A-Burger…and eventually home.  Though if you consider that a forearm workout, by all means!

We used to laugh at how broke we might have been some weeks, yet that never stopped us from heading out on the town and ending it with a whole assortment of McDonald’s drive-thru items, which ran us to our very last penny.

Dave liked to drink vodka-soda’s.  He called it water.  “Zero calories.”

Bryan R., NYPD

 

A Tribute: The NYPD Memorial 5K

Yesterday, my parents and I and over 2500 others participated in the NYPD Memorial Run to honor the legacy of of the 882 NYPD officers who have fallen in the line of duty. 882 souls who have given their lives to protect those of the citizens of NYC.

It was a very moving experience. Beginning with an invocation by an NYPD chaplain, that was both poignant and humorous (delivered with a great New York accent!), the singing of the national anthem by a female officer, and the mournful playing of the bagpipes during a moment of silence for our fallen heroes.

Most striking to me was seeing all the personalized race bibs, many with names of the recently fallen, and many more graced with names of officers whose legacy endures even though they have left us long time past. “My brother” is what my bib said. Others wore bibs that marked their own relationship to an officer: my son, my husband, my partner, my father, my cousin, my friend, my hero, … The list goes on. Let us honor those who have left us, but let us also remember those who are left behind, for enduring their unthinkable loss. The officers, the families, the friends and supporters all deserve our deepest gratitude.

I also want to mention that we understand that Dave is not an “official” fallen NYPD officer as he had retired and joined another department. Yet, there were close to 100 people there to honor him. Thank you to each one of you. There are so many people who are making a tremendous effort to make sure his sacrifice is honored in NYC as well. I want to take this opportunity to thank Bryan R. who has been at the forefront of these efforts. Thank you, Bryan, for all you’ve done and all you continue to do for Dave. And, thank you, to everyone who is helping with this in the background. We may not know each of you, but know that we’re grateful.

A Story: Jaeger

This is part 5 of a longer note I received from Bryan R. about the Dave’s “humorously paradoxical lifestyle” as Bryan so nicely put it. I decided to make it into a few posts that will be posted in the coming days. For related posts see: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4.

“After a hard-night’s work, myself, Dave and others enjoyed heading out for a beverage and relaxation. He’d whine: “Why does everyone come to me and ask me about plans for tonight?” Yet mass-texts would fly out of his phone during the course of a tour, stating exactly where he would head to. While we might wake up the next day feeling sluggish (if you catch my euphemism), he still enjoyed going out that very next night. 

“Who cares if you feel like crap?! Drink Jaeger; it cures everything.  Flu?  Jaeger.  Strep?  Jaeger.  Dude, I’m telling you, I don’t know how not one person has caught on to this.”

~ Bryan R., NYPD

A Story: Muffin-Interrupted Gaming

This is part 4 of a longer note I received from Bryan R. about the Dave’s “humorously paradoxical lifestyle” as Bryan so nicely put it. I decided to make it into a few posts that will be posted in the coming days. For related posts see: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3.

An avid fan of video games, Dave loved to ‘game’ in multiplayer atmospheres.  Some games he salivated over, and I’d expect a text from him stating ‘Game’ nearly every afternoon, like clockwork, as if it were an order.  Though he could not WAIT to continue his gaming experience, after nearly five whole minutes of playing, Dave would say, “Marta’s home, got to go!” and leave me with air in my headset (only because he wanted to spend more time with his ‘Muffin’).

~ Bryan R., NYPD

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A Story: BA-BOW! [strikes pose]

This is part 3 of a longer note I received from Bryan R. about the Dave’s “humorously paradoxical lifestyle” as Bryan so nicely put it. I decided to make it into a few posts that will be posted in the coming days. For related posts see: Part 1; Part 2.

“As we all know, Dave was a workout-buff.  Most workouts ended with cardio-activity (staying fit and keeping his stamina up was important), and a protein shake.  We would head into work right after a gym session, and he’d rather quickly head off to eat a hearty meal (and not always the healthiest).  He’d explain,”Dude, I have to add more inches to my arms.  You don’t get this big by doing nothing BA-BOW!” followed by his trademark bicep pose.  Good luck to seeing him run three blocks, however…

His first apartment in Texas was situated roughly 20 footsteps away from a Sam’s Club.  I would understand him having to drive over in order to fill his trunk with packages: they sell in abundance.  Yet, I scratched my head when he forced me into his car and take a drive in order to purchase “American Sniper” on DVD.

~ Bryan R., NYPD

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BA-BOW! Being silly on my 30th and Dave’s 27th Bday