RECORD STORE TALES PART 134: Dave
In late 2005, I met Dave for the first time.
Jen and I had just started dating, since September 18 actually, and I think I met her dad on our second date (by complete accident, we were out for a walk and as he was driving by). He made me very welcome to their family early on. He treated me like a son when I spent Christmas Day 2005 with them.
Dave was one of the greatest people I’ve ever met, and one of the most generous. He truly would have given the shirt off his back. I kept hearing the same stories over and over again: “Dave really helped me out in the past,” or “I remember Jen’s dad let me stay with them for a week when I had nowhere to sleep.” He never asked for repayment. I remember when he helped my sister move from Etobicoke to Kitchener. He drove the moving van (actually his delivery van) and he signed up for one trip to Kitchener and that was it. Well, we couldn’t get everything in one load. We had to do a second load. So, he drove back to Etobicoke, and back again to Kitchener, before finally retiring for the evening. I had to twist his arm just to get him to accept a Canadian Tire gift card in repayment! That’s the kind of guy Dave was.
Did I mention he’d never even met my sister before that night? He just did it because he was that kind of man.
We lost Dave three years ago, Nov 3 2009. He was only 58 years old. Jen misses him — we all miss him — every day. It still shakes us.
We lost a great man, probably one of the greatest I’ve ever known. I couldn’t let Nov 3 go by without talking about him.
Miss you, Dave.