Dad and Fast Freddie Rahmer!

Thru our life journey God puts people in our lives for reasons. Some of them we call friends and others we can truly call them pals. Dave, I can proudly call my pal ! We watched out for each other. Dave I will miss you for along time. Now that you are with God please watch over us .

Many that have been around for a while will remember the very personable and talented Late Model racer Dave Posavec. He had 39 feature wins and one championship (1970) at Grandview Speedway.He passed away over the weekend. Ernie Saxton

RIP old friend. Mike. MJ Kelly

RIP Dave, I will allways remember your purple and white 69 cars, with the windup key looking gas cap. 32deg

My thoughts and Prayers go out to the entire Posavec Family. God Speed Dave. Blake Tobais Motorsports

Truly one of the class acts in racing.RIP,thoughts and prayers to the Posavec Family. TRF

wow, sorry to hear. my thoughts and prayers to his family. I havent seen old dave since back in the 80's. Steve Lunderbach

RIP my friend.....Harry. Harry Neiman

I spent many Saturday nights watching my dad chase Dave's #69 around grandview. R.I.P. Dave you will be missed. Troy Gibson

I can repeat your first sentence word for word, Troy. Our thoughts and prayers are with the Posavec family at this tough time.Scott Hoffmaster and family

RIP Dave...My prayers are with the Posavec family. His Purple and White #69 LM will never be forgotten.

great memories from the early 80's.  Dave, kellner Sr. and Schenable in the late models at G-view! They were always under a blanket. R.I.P. stu

Always one of my favorites. I remember as a young lad in cub scouts, I painted my pinewood derby car purple and put the #69 on it and kidded myself that it looked like Dave Posavec's car. Thanks for the great memories. Rest in peace. Tom

Sorry for your loss. Dave was a great competitor and we enjoy racing with you. Bill Wharton

M y F a t h e r

Dedicated to a beloved friend and Amazing Father

DAVID POSAVEC

March 9, 1943 – September 6, 2010

On behalf of my family I would like to thank everyone for coming today to honor the man I called my best friend, but most importantly the man I proudly called my father. It is amazing how quickly one’s life can change.   How do you live in a world where nothing will ever be the same anymore?

Growing up as kids our father provided us with a very fortunate life… We had four wheelers, snow mobiles, the mountains and the races.  What kid wouldn’t like to go to the races every weekend to see their “own” father drive in a racecar and be one of the BEST?  What kid wouldn’t want their father at a wrestling tournament and know by the second match that he is taking out his teeth and handing them to my mother saying “hold these” and challenging the referee to go outside… “along with Mr. Reynolds”? 

My brothers and I were also blessed that our father was able to build our mountain house to give his three boys a weekend to ourselves at home for many years… talk about parties!   Thinking we would be able to get away with it but that never happened.   My father knew what his kids did way before we knew we did it.   I can remember a time I was driving past 12:00am (way past my curfew) as I was only 16 and my parents were in the mountains.  I had my Dad’s Blazer and my cousin Jason was with me.  Like a moron I decided to drive through Upper Gwynedd.   Wouldn’t you know it ... I got pulled over.  Like always,  I got off with a warning  (as is the case in most incidents I have collided with the law).   I begged the officer - whatever you do – please don’t tell my Dad.   Wouldn’t you know it, as soon as I get home about ten minutes later, the phone rings and guess who… my Dad.

It humbles me to see all of the lives he touched from town to town and county to county.  Last night I was moved by a young girl who came through to pay her respects as she drove two hours to see my father for ten minutes. My father was one of the most generous men I have ever known and anyone who truly knew him would have to agree. My father is a part of my every day daily routine. I wake up still wanting to reach for the phone to talk to him in the morning like I have done every day. I want nothing more to call his phone and just have him answer to hear his voice one more time.   I wish I showed him how to set up his voicemail more then ever now because we all know he didn’t know how to work a cell phone.

            My brothers and I went to the mountain house the other day and that was the only time this week I have felt at peace. I felt as though he was there with us, the only difference was I wasn’t woken up at four in the morning with a twelve gage shotgun going off.  “You would think those animals would know by now not to go to the corn pile at night”.

            There was silence; there was peace. I remember how he used to wake up first thing in the morning, sit on the deck with his coffee and cinnamon bun and look at the mountain with pride in his eyes. I sat on the deck the other night and did the same; thinking, looking at we had accomplished as a family; the foundation that we made so many great memories. The mountain house was truly my father’s pride and joy and going up there will never be the same.

            I want to thank all of the people who were there for him every day and you know who you are. It comforts me and my brothers to know that you were there for him day in and day out. My father is not a perfect man as none of us are, but my father was one hell of a man; a man with pride, a man of his word, and a man whose smile is truly contagious.

            I remember two years ago sitting in my Grandmother’s living room after my Grandfather passed, the pastor came over and sat in the living room with us and talked and my grandmother spoke to the pastor and said “I just want to let you know that these two are angels” and the two individuals she was referring to was my cousin Pammy and my cousin Eddie. You two are truly angels and I want to thank you for what you have done for my Father and my Grandmother over the past several years.

            My father said time and time again that his boys were his life. He provided us with a great foundation to be the men we are today. Although we may never be the man my father was we will do our best to live on in his memory, keep his traditions alive and make him proud just as he has done for us.

            We are proud of you Dad, we love you and you will live on through us I promise.  I love you.  We all love you.