David Matthew McDowell

Grief can be so hard, but our special memories help us cope. Remembering you and your loved one today and always. 1 Corinthians 15:20-28

I remember Dave as a good friend. He and Jon visited their grandmother Ruby in Eagle often, and we dug tunnels, played war and enjoyed each others company. I visit "Grandma McDowell's" grave a few times a year in the Star Cemetery and remember her and "uncle Tuffy" (Harold) and his father Charles fondly. Best wishes to all the McDowells and sympathy in this time of sorrow.

Dave was one of my best friends through jr high and high school.
I first met met him in 1982 at Spunky's arcade he continued to be my close friend until we fell out of touch as I got married and life went on. He was a little older than I so he was a pretty cool friend to have in high school. We enjoyed working on our cars together and going for drives in the highlands talking about how we would be rich one day and live in one of those big houses, driving up to spring shores and hanging...