Ssg. David Michael Veverka

We miss you more than words can say especially today on your 40th birthday. We will never, never forget.

Thousands of memories are flooding our minds on this eve of yet another birthday without you. We take great consolation in all of those little signs that you are still near as we go about our day-to-day lives. Happy Birthday in Heaven Davey. You are sorely missed and will be forever in our hearts.

Once again we are approaching the sad, sad anniversary (#12) of the day you were ripped from our lives. We miss you so much, and yet there are those moments that we still feel your Spirit all around us, and that gives us peace. Continue to keep watch over us Davey, for we know that as long as you are in our hearts you will live forever and never, never be forgotten.

How can it be nine years? It seems like yesterday but it feels like forever. You are greatly loved and sadly missed more than words can say.

On yet another birthday and every day our hearts ache for the loss of you.

RIP-Thanks for serving, My son was in your company at the time.

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We would like to express our deepest condolences and also let the Veverka Family and friends know that we will be sending Care Packages to troops in Afghanistan this week and we'll be dedicating several of these to your loved one. Each package will carry the name, photo and the hometown of David M. Veverka US Army Staff Sergeant. We realize that this is a small tribute, but we do this with all respect and sincerity and we want you to know that it is made possible by thousands of...

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