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


A Story: #904

This note was sent, anonymously, by one of the Euless PD officers. Thank you so much for sharing.

“A few months ago, when we were on shift together, Dave sent me a message through our unit computers and asked, “Where you at?” I told him I was catching up on paperwork at Midway Park. He rolls up a short time later in his patrol unit (#904) and, with a serious face, asks: “Bro, smell my unit. Do you smell anything?” Knowing Dave, I immediately assumed he was trying to set me up for a fart joke, so I told him, “Brother, I’m not going to pull your finger.” He laughed, but again, with a serious face, says: “For real. Tell me, does my car smell like a cigar?” He apparently couldn’t resist the urge to try out a stogie around Christmas time and I couldn’t blame him. His unit did smell a bit like a cigar, but the boys at our local car wash fixed him up good. Just don’t tell Chief.

That was what I used to think of every time I saw unit 904. It was, until that day at least, when he was again in Unit 904. His unit sat parked where he put it at that park when he arrived to assist his brothers. It sat there for hours after that God forsaken moment he was taken from us. None of us wanted to move or touch or disturb anything with it. We wanted it to be just as Dave left it. As if, somehow, maybe Dave would come pick it back up and drop it back off at base. I know, it doesn’t make any sense. Nothing on that day did. It still doesn’t. I don’t know. I know I won’t drive 904 anymore though. That’s Dave’s unit.

Rest easy brother.”


A Story: A Night In Texas

I severely missed Dave when he moved to Texas,  but when I visited him I couldn’t be more proud of him.  His apartment was great; he was talking of buying a house soon; him and Marta got engaged; he was telling me of how much he was respected; and all the great opportunities.  He then went on to start telling me over and over to move down there and do my work in Plano.  My favorite night in Texas was when David, Jesse, and myself were on his balcony with some cigars.  We talked about each others’ lives and what we saw for each other going forward.  That scene sitting and smoking cigars with him cracking jokes, and giving advice, is how I imagined how we would be when we grew old together.

David meant a lot to me.  Always someone I could reach out to hang out with, game with, or just talk to.  A friend asked me if there was someone who had my back unconditionally without judgement.  I quickly responded that I was pretty sure David had my back.  He had always been there for me and was like a big brother to me.”

~ Greg T., Friend