David Willard Comstock

I wrote a message before, but it is not here. First, me, Deb, danny, and Jim are not stepchildren, we are all your children Dad. We have our Birth Certificates that proves it. Second, I think of the good times we had. When I was very young you taught me how to hibernate frogs at home; you took me to fly kites; and as I got older you took me to lunch at a restaurant where we played Trivia (and I got them all correct and you didn´t-lol); you had me work with you on house jobs you had; you made...

I loved all the time we spent at the cabin in franklinville hunting. You will be dearly missed. R.I.P uncle David.

Sincere condolences he will be missed