David Joseph Niemi

David was my friend. He was a good guy. He could be counted on. I don't ever remember him not trying to accommodate my stupid requests. I once decided I liked his Wellington boots and he gave them to me. This was when we were in grade school. His Dad and him would pick me up for peewee hockey without fail. I was looking forward to perhaps seeing him at our next class reunion. I hope he had a good life.