Wednesday, April 29, 2015
My Uncle Dave will be sadly missed. I could not have wished for a better man to emulate and was blessed that he was my Uncle which gave me an advantage in life. He was someone to look up to, and aspire to become. He was a loving husband; father, brother, uncle, friend, and grandfather. Any title you could give him he gave it his best. He never judged others, just pointing out the best traits of someone. He was an honest man, where anyone was blessed to feel his tough love. I will always remember playing baseball, horeshoes, basketball, and swimming on Akron St. His competitiveness and athleticism was unmatched, but he would still let you win once in a while. One of my fondest memories was watching him play horseshoes against his mom (Anne, my Grandma) and they would battle like it was the world championships. She would stay on one side to throw and Uncle Dave and I would go get the horseshoes and bring them back each time. I know now she was trying to wear him out, but it did not matter, he was playing horseshoes against his mom and he did not want to be anywhere else at that moment. He lived life the same way, in the moment. No worries, living each day to its fullest, tackling on any obstacles that were ahead. When he was diagnosed with his illness, I was shocked. This was a man who was never sick in his life, how can this happen? And at such a young age? Now I can understand why, he attacked this disease and never stopped giving life his best effort. Showing me yet again, how I should live my life; tackle what lies ahead, and never give up. Another great story I want to share was after his granddaughter Ashley was born. Always at Christmas time he would tease her about how Poppy had a “Supergift” for her, and she better be good. Ashley would run around telling us all how she would be getting a “Supergift” from Poppy, but only if she was a good girl. I hope she still remembers those Christmas’. I do, and I have now copied the same “Supergift” mantra with my girls now and then. Thanks Uncle Dave, I owe you one. One last thing, how can I not mention his passion for watching the “Ponies” as he called them. We would talk about the races or maybe about going to a casino and hope that one of us was winning at something. Aunt Elaine, Dee and Dar I want to express my deepest condolences for your loss. Our Love and prayers are with you. I hope we can talk sometime soon and relive all the good times. We will miss him deeply. Love, Kevin, Amy, Samantha, and Taylor Hackett
