David was one of the middle children in our family ... him and Sheryl. He didn’t say too much, but he definitely had his opinion about things ... once he decided something there was no changing his mind ... he had a dry, subtle sense of humor and a macabre mindset. When he was a teenager, he slept in a coffin in his room instead of a bed. He liked skulls and blood and guts stuff, but he was also fascinated by the history of the civil war days. David would do just about anything for anybody, but don’t give him a hug ... he never liked to show emotion. We always did it anyway ... partly because we knew it bothered him ... that’s just the way we were. In her later years I think David was Mother’s favorite ... if she needed something done ... David would do it! We love and miss you, David ... Happy Birthday
