There is not a memory from my childhood where you are not present…
There is not a scar from my childhood clumsiness that you did not fix…
There is not enough time to tell you what you have meant to me, since even before I can remember…
A helping hand, a friendly smile and that fatherly look in your eye that I remember so perfectly clear.

Dear Dave,
From the smell of your barbecue on a hot summer day to the way you made everything seem okay….Your helpfulness, your wisdom and heart are what shall be remembered most. I think back to a day when you were not around to simply say hello or to make all the children behave and I can honestly say there was not such a day. “Doctor Dave” we used to say because you were the one to come to the rescue. A leader of many and a savor to most, your kindness touched us all and played a part in who we all became.

My first memory pertains to a fall I endured when I was two. I think about that day and I see you, I was sitting on your kitchen table and you were holding a towel or something to my face and your calm words still ring loud today. From the time I was two till now, I remember you running down the street when one of us would fall off a bike or slip while playing on the pavement. From the bloody knees to the broken elbows, it was you that made it better and reassured us we would be ok.

You had a lot of love to give and everyone that knew you could feel it, from your children to your grandchildren anyone who came into your life was welcomed with open arms. From the old time remedies to the deep meaningful voice in which you spoke I am grateful I had you as a mentor, as a friend and as a leader. Whether you realized it or not, I looked up to you and you truly were my unsung hero. You will be remembered for all you did and for the man you were but most of all for the love you shared and the warmth you spread. Thank you Dave for everything you gave me, you lit the path for so many and were the linchpin to many others. Thank you for always making everything ok and coming to my rescue. Merrill Street would have been a lot different without you there and many lives wouldn’t have been touched without you there to guide them along the way. Thank you for all you did. In memory of David L. Jennings February 23, 1943- April 8, 2007.

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