Yes, I will remember David. I remember how bright and early every Sunday morning he would navigate his wheelchair through the parking lots to the big double doors of the fellowship hall and manage to open and go through them without outside help. He would then roll into the fellowship hall, ready for coffee and the rest of the day. Sometimes he would wear a hat. The time was when a preacher could not afford a hat, so when they owned one, they would wear it proudly.
David liked to talk about the olden days. Those were the days when you could work your way through college and still pay the rent and put food on the table. He often commented that we could never do now what we did then.
I will remember David’s smile. He not only smiled with his face, but he smiled with his whole being, and his smile radiated to all who passed by, brightening their day.
One day in the not-to-distant future, maybe I will run into David, and we can chat about the olden days and the golden days…looking forward to it.