My Daddy

As a young boy, my Daddy would ride his bike with his friends from Staten Island to Harlem

My Daddy met my Mom at Empire roller rink in Crown Heights Brooklyn, fell in love and spent the next 75 years together

Daddy and Mommy raised four kids (Jacinta, Myron, Nita and Corey) starting in Manhattan and then in Queens where he became an urban gardener before urban gardening was a thing

My Daddy had a great New York accent - there is no "h" in three

My Daddy did not wait to be drafted but volunteered to serve in the Navy during the Korean war along with two friends from his Staten Island neighborhood.  They were immediately separated after enlisting.

My Daddy is the one who would pick you up from the airport even if you were not in town to visit him (and even give you a gift for your trip)

My Daddy is the one who would listen and pick me up when I needed help.   Even when I called to pick me up early from the horror movie I had no business going to see when I was twelve - The Exorcist

My Daddy built model houses out of toothpicks just for fun

My Daddy taught many people how to ride a bike and drive a car

My Daddy never met a road trip he did not like. With fried chicken wrapped in foil (for those that know) he drove us to see much of the US and parts of Canada

My Daddy could fix any mechanical thing he spent any time with

My Daddy had an amazing workshop basement and always had something to fix when I was in the basement with my friends.  He kept watch.

My Daddy decorated everything. Houses, shirts, hats, cars, desks. My Daddy was sick but still decorated their place for Christmas this year

My Daddy never stopped while he was here

My Daddy was stronger than the Cancer that infected him. My Daddy was trying to exercise the very day he died. Long after cancer is gone the things my Daddy did will be felt

My Daddy was a good man

Like I told you as you were leaving Daddy, you fixed all you could here, now you can rest

I love you Daddy

Our deepest condolences, thoughts and prayers to the family.  

I am Uncle David’s Niece, my Mom, Fabiola, is his beloved Wife’s Sister.   

As mentioned previously, what I remember most is that Uncle David was always so hospitable and kind … even when simply talking on the phone for a few minutes, so I can definitely see all the beautiful traits Corey mentioned about his dad.  

While we were there in Atlanta, earlier this year, we were able to look through so many boxes of pictures of different family members (big boxes of pics).  I’m thinking we should be able to find just about any pic of any family member in Uncle David’s time with Aunt Gladys.  I already told Corey that I have dibs on the pictures if he ever needs someone to keep them (lol).

Glad we were able to see him and Aunt Gladys, other family in Atlanta during our last visit back in April this year. 💕💕💕

Our condolences to aunt Gladys and family. 

Your Chicago family loves you all !🙏🏽💜

Prayers of strenghth!

Melinda Reaux Belk and family

You’ve been my favorite Uncle forever.  And you always will be!  I thank God for having you in my life!

We’re going to miss you Unk!

My deepest sympathy to Aunt Glayds and family .  May the loving memories of you love one bring peace in this difficult.  I always enjoyed talking to him before he handed the phone to Aunt Glady.  

I am the daughter of Helen George, Aunt Glady's sister.

From: Your Louisiana Family!! Deepest condolences!! Sending Love and Prayers!!

Verna M Jones the late Helen George Daughter.

Eleanor M George, Verna’s Daughter 

Our sincere condolences to Aunt Gladys, Corey and family on the loss of Uncle David.  God needed another Angel.  Uncle David will always be remembered as a wonderful, knowledgeable, joyful person.  He will be missed tremendously.   Rest in Peace....❤️