David Alan Loomis

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At David's request, this isn't your usual obituary…
"Isn't this something" David bit it on Wednesday, March 19, 2014, 60 years old, he was an unusual sort of character, liked to strut his stuff in nothing but socks, not rolled down because it would stretch the elastic, a pair of jockeys and a shirt for the right audience, so we could see his chicken legs. He called his wife honey baby-darling-a-doll, for whom he was a better man, and his daughter Pickle Head Fred, who he was so very proud of. He was born April 26, 1953 to Margie Lee Blair and Raymond Keith Vandeventer in Manhattan, Kan. He was adopted by Margie's sister Mary Marcel Blair Loomis and her husband, Raymond Scott Loomis from Mendota, Ill.
When he was 32, he met Becky Ann Huff. He always told her, "That is when my family started." They married on Feb. 14, 1986, in Jackson Hole, Wyo. Four years later, they welcomed Rachel, he always told her, "He was the father of three, but the Dad of one, his Pickle Head Fred." Later on, when Cody and Tammy Wright and their kids came into his life, he considered them as much a part of his family as his own, and loved them so much.
He loved his country and the military, always went out of his way to shake their hands and say "thank you." He had many friends whom he thought of as a brother or sister and you know who you are.
David had some crazy ideas, some never got off the napkin he drew them on, but those that did were pretty darn cool. He helped start the Free St. Anthony Thanksgiving Dinner and attempted to break most the ATV's in one place for the Guinness Book of World Record.
He had a great passion for cooking, and some of those ideas were better left in his head, but he was never afraid to try a new recipe: sour kraut pizza, prime rib covered in rock salt with the salt juice poured over it (pretty salty), peanut butter and Lori's raspberry jelly with sliced jalapenos on toasted bread. But some were amazing: pitchfork steaks, Dutch-oven pineapple upside down cake, peach cobbler, baked beans and potatoes, jalapeño poppers, and of course his homemade deep dish pies, which he learned to make from his mother-in-law.
David was a very giving person, he helped a lot of people and was very spontaneous, a tad OCD at times, or as he said CDO because the letters were in proper order now. He had a heart of gold, as sometimes you didn't even know he was helping you. He would use his bonus money from work and give it away because he knew someone else needed it more than he did. He would give a smile to someone because he knew their day might need brightened up.
There is no funeral service planned, as that was David's wish. He will instead be donating his body to medical science, and asked that no one mourns his passing, instead, if you would, "Enjoy a cold one and reminisce for me."
There will be a memorial service for gathering of friends and family on Saturday, March 29, 2014 from 1 to 3 p.m. at the South Fremont Senior Citizens Center, 420 N. Bridge Street, St. Anthony, Idaho. In lieu of flowers and plants, please donate to Rexburg Home Health and Hospice, or your , in honor of David. Thank you, to all our friends and family who sent cards, messages and meals.
Published in Rexburg Standard Journal on Mar. 22, 2014