David, Grampa Dave, Lucas….a man of many names. To me, he’s Lucas. I’ve known him my whole life. He’s family. My parents count him as one of their oldest and closest friends. As kids, Meag and I had countless sleepovers in one of Lucas’ many unusual homes. We spent hours in the most amazing treehouse he built. I always thought maybe he’d help build my dream house one day. We spent summers by the pond, winters running from the sauna into the snow.
He’d come over for a holiday dinner and we’d find him asleep somewhere shortly thereafter. But he could always rally and make good comeback!
He loved his family and friends, and especially his grandchildren, fiercely. I will miss him, but I’m lucky to have had him in my life. And I’m amazed at how many others he’s touched. Keep the stories coming!
One fucking legend