August 11, 2026
20 Years Later: Life After Losing My Dad
I lost my dad on August 11th, 2006. I was 5 years old. I miss him so much. Last month my mom told me about doing this blog post, so for the…
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Dave was the amazing guy Lena met at the volleyball court on Kamaole Beach. He was Sierra’s dad, the best storyteller at any dinner table, and he is still finding ways to let us know he is around. These are our stories.
Dave & Sierra, Kamaole Beach, Kihei
Every Christmas our tree carries one butterfly for each year of Dave’s age, and every January 4th we add one more. The newest one is still fluttering. It always is.
If you want to know who Dave was, start with the things he could not get enough of. Ask anyone who knew him, they will point you to at least three of these.
He spent every day at Kamaole Beach I. The volleyball court there became his second home.
He worked in auto sales and knew a good deal when he saw one. His blue Isuzu pickup was, in his words, a sweet ride.
He owned several motorcycles over the years, but the Harley Davidson Fat Boy was the one he loved.
He played to win. The day before the accident, he and Lena played at Makena Tennis Club.
A love he shared with his father, and never let go of.
The better cook in the house, everyone agreed. After the move to Maui, Thanksgiving dinner was his.
Nobody remembers exactly why. He just loved them, and that was that.
Long ones, funny ones, center of attention ones. His friends called them David Stories. This site is named after them.
Bedtime books, bike lessons, and being her dad. She wears #11 on the soccer field for him.
It’s an adventure!
Did you know Dave? Have you lost someone and found a little sign that they are still around? Whether it is a memory, a laugh, or a penny from heaven, we would love to read your story.
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