Team Meyer

It's football season! The air is crisp, the sun is bright, and we live for the sound of shoulder pads thudding into opponents and the WaHi fight song. It's a season that will forever be bittersweet, a time when we feel close to Dave, and feel his absence so sharply.

My two boys, a study in contrasts, each carrying a different part of Dave with them.
Kenny, outgoing, open, enthusiastic, dramatic, friendly and fun.
Zach, serious, competetive, powerful, athletic, spirited and intense.
Here are pictures, you can see what I mean.

And up there, in my Father's house, I know that Dave is playing football, arms raised high in victory, shouting, "That's my boy!"

September 20, 1986

Twenty years ago, amid friends and family, with love and incredible hope, Dave and I became husband and wife, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death parted us. It was the single most important decision we ever made, and it was more than we could have imagined. More in every way.



Can you tell? He was my hero. From the first minute I saw him, in a Hawaiian shirt, with his cowboy boots, his guitar slung across his back and a bandana wrapped around his 80's perm, I saw that smile, and knew it was something extraordinary.

But I had no idea how extraordinary. Dave was pure magic. He really was the prince every little girl dreams of. Listen to the song...how many people are lucky enough to find a love like that? I only wish he could have stayed.