I have created this Blog so family and friends of Dave can post memories and photos of Dave, as well as to keep in contact with each other. Dave was a great brother, uncle, and a good friend, and touched all our lives in different ways..
Please post any and everything you have.
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This picture was taken in August 2005. I had a great visit with Dave and my brother Bob that year.
Dave's sister, Carole
I was close friends with Dave Edmond when we were in junior high school. His brother was a big star on the Central HS football team, I think they may have won state that year or came close.
I was often at Dave's house, knew his mom well, his brother a little bit. His brother had had a girlfriend (named 'Mary' I believe), who had actually gone out to San Francisco during the 'Summer of Love' ('67), came back and told Dave and me all about it, I thought it was amazing what she had said.
We were 15 or so, and a bunch of friends came over to Dave's house when his mom was gone, and we got drunk for the first time, puked our guts out within two hours.
We almost did nothing but laugh most of the time we were together through jr/sr high school. I saw him a couple of times after I'd gone away to college, it was always fun when we met back up.
I was sad to see him go. He was one of the very few people I grew up with, who I had looked forward in seeing 'later on' down the road and comparing notes.
When I heard about Dave last weekend, I kept seeing him, my mom, and uncle as they were when I was little and we would spend our summers in Colorado on Brown Avenue. I kept seeing me, my brother, sister, and cousins playing in the pool for hours. I saw David doing his usually jumping in the pool for ten minutes to cool off. He would dive in and swim a few laps and get out. He always did things for a brief time and moved on to something else. I kept seeing lots of folks over the house and always lots of food. I looked forward to those summers and have thought about them many times since. It was peaceful (at least from a child's perspective) and what a childhood should be like.
Dave was a smart man. I enjoyed talking to him and hearing him go on about a multitude of topics. He could talk ... and talk ... and talk. But he said things that made you think and that made him worth listening to. I remember the two of us riding together in his white truck when he lived in Grand Junction in the early 90's. We drove from Pueblo there and I stayed with him for a few days beofre going on to Boulder to visit my cousin Julie at college. We read books out loud and talked the whole way there. I remember going to the movies and out to dinner. It was a grat time. I always felt like David really tried to listen and understand where you were coming from.
I'll keep thinking about those days as a kid on Brown Avenue and all of the people I loved being around ... my grandmother, Susan, my dad, Rome, and my Uncle Dave. They were all great people and I hope they are together again somewhere. That idea makes all of this a little easier to think about.
My memories of David date to 1965 when his brother Bob and I became close friends during our HS Sr. year.
As an "out-of-towner" I soon found myself, along with half of Central HS spending time at "Auntie Sue's,"and Dave was always everyone's little brother.
Bob and I had separate leaves during our first summer home from the Naval Academy, and I brought my roommate from New Jersey out to see the sights of "Colorful Colorado."Of course, I stopped in to see Sue, and Dave accompanied two nineteen yr. olds (four years his senior)as I took my roommate to see all of the "touristy" sites around the Royal Gorge and Manitou Spgs. I always remembered the pleasureable time we had and Dave's maturity and intelligence at a young age.
Fast forward 35+ years and Bob and I have managed to remain life-long friends. In 2005 I went back to Pueblo with Bob before he took Dave to Hawaii.
I was able to spend a couple of days hanging out at the old house, having lunch at Gus'Tavern, and going to a movie. Dave was much the same guy I had remembered as a young boy.
I treasure having that opportunity for a "last get-together," just as I have valued my friendship with Bob and the Edmond family over my lifetime.
Dave was a guy who always gave 150% and cared enough to go the extra mile in getting things done. His dedication to the mental health field was outstanding. We will miss him.
I am also Dave's cousin and Joey Novak's sister. As Joey stated, we spent our growing up years living next door to "the Edmonds" and having constant contact with each other. My mom, Marie, and Dave's mom, Sue, were sisters. Dave was about 3 years younger than I was, but we shared close birthdays; his was Aug 20 and mine was Aug 21. If I were to describe Dave, I would say he had a multi-faceted personality with many peaks and valleys, and in knowing that, I choose to remember those facets of his personality that in my mind were the best. Dave could laugh and be funny (at times zany) and really enjoy himself and enjoy life. He had an intellectual prowess that sought answers to a multitude of questions he had in his mind. He was always searching, seeking, wondering. But the greatest attribute I remember about Dave plus the most current, was the way he cared for and committed himself to his mom months before she died. He gave of himself completely while she was bedridden and unable to walk and care for herself; thus allowing her to stay in her own home and die there. The way he ministered himself to her and sought to relieve and meet her every need was extraordinary. I doubt many of us could be able to handle such enormous pressure and responsibilities and perform like Dave did. All of us who took shifts to sit with Auntie Sue while Dave ran errands or worked, marveled over and were in awe of his limitless dedication toward his mom, especially in meeting her basic, physical, and medical needs. He taught us all what it really meant to truly give of yourself and to ask for nothing in return. I garnered so much respect for him then and still do and always will carry that feeling with me. He was my hero. Knowing he had his own demons to face, fight, and conquer and sometimes coming up short, I only hope that NOW he is at peace...finally. Love you, Dave.
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