November 5th, 2021, my brother Dave died in a fatal car accident. A reckless driver hit him while he was securing his boat to his trailer. We are destroyed and broken as a family and looking to raise funds to help his family with the funeral services.

 

He was on top this year and it all ended instantly and tragically, while he was doing something nice for someone else. There’s no other way it could have ended. There was no death for him without him doing good or giving something to someone else. That was the life he lived.

 

To get a glimpse into the type of man my brother was. I'm sharing the below tribute my sister wrote the day he died.

 

Today, God knighted his 8th archangel. He is a fierce protector of women and children. His name is David, and he was my big brother. He was a father of 4, a grandfather of 1, a devoted and loving husband, and a sibling of 11.

 

Dave has protected and helped me my entire life. He was everything anyone could ask for in brother. We never fought. Well, maybe when we were little, but I have no memory of it. He was caring, thoughtful, kind, and the funniest guy I have ever met. He was a born comedian. He had no vanity, pride, or desire for material things. He had one mission in life, which was to love his family. His entire huge family, which included all his friends. I have no pictures of just us, mostly they are just him and his wife. The woman he loved the most in this world. My heart breaks for her.

 

If you knew me, you knew him. He was integral in my life. He was the one person anyone could call, and he would be there to help. Countless times, I have called him to help me. He changed my brakes, put in my microwave, fixed my dishwasher, my fridge, you name it. He happily helped. I’m so grateful for every minute I got to spend with him.

 

Last winter, he got COVID and was so worried about not being there for his family. So, this year he got a gastric bypass, and lost 100 pounds. We were taking our blood pressure and glucose readings together. He was the healthiest I’ve ever seen him. Last week, his BP was better than mine. He was beating diabetes. He was really pulling his life together in a big way. I was so proud of him.

 

He had the toughest childhood of anyone I know, but he beat it. He beat the system. I’ve feared this day and it is the worst day of my entire life. I can hear God’s laughter now, watching my Dad meet my brother in heaven. I don’t know who will be more shocked to see Dave in heaven, my Dad or Dave. He did not follow my Dad’s religious path but walked a path that was closer to Jesus than anyone I know. I know the next time I see him, he will be surrounded by giggling angels and saints.

 

I love you brother. You have always had my back.