David J. Waldvogel

David Waldvogel, owner and operator of Henry Hampton Floral, has departed this consciousness on December 19, 2020 and gone on to his next challenge, leaving his memory in the custody of his twin sister Donna, siblings and family, his beloved friends, and all of the customers whose David’s artistry and kindness has touched over the years.

Born October 8, 1946, David realized his passion early in life and dedicated his efforts to turning that passion into a path.  He loved walking the vast fields as a young man picking wildflowers while the other brothers horsed around.  His first job was working in a bowling alley in Wisconsin while going to high school but following graduation he attended floral school and earned a diploma in design.  David then completed the requirements to become recognized as a Professional Floral Designer.  Additionally, in 1983 he became a member of the American Institute of Floral Designers.  Some of his adventures in developing his love for floral design took him to Madison, WI for five years, then to St. Louis, MO for three years.  He moved to Chicago, IL to work for Phillips Floral and Gift Shop in LaGrange, IL.  From there he landed at Kennecott’s Brothers in Chicago as manager of the fresh bouquet department for about 11 years.

After David honed his skills as a talented designer, he opened Henry Hampton Floral.  The name Henry Hampton had a nice ring to it and flowed freely, but truly the name was his business’ first great design, coming into being in 1988.  He later opened his second location in the Hilton Hotel on Michigan and then later a third in the Palmer House Hotel on Wabash.  As the years followed, Henry Hampton scaled back and dedicated his time and efforts to the 828 S. Wabash location by closing the Hilton and Palmer House shops.  In 2017 he moved to the current location on South State.  David served his community for over 30 years.  He lived to please people and always gave more than he received.  He was loved by all for his selflessness, talents, generosity, and humility.

You have gone before me,

But I will remain here to walk alone.

I’ll live in memory’s garden, David,

With happy days we have shared.

In the Spring I will wait for red roses (and tulips which you loved),

When your faded violets are blue.

In the early fall when leaves explode with color,

I will catch a glimpse of you.

Every place you have touched along the way

Will be a hallowed spot where you have laid!

I’ll hear your voice and see your smile,

And I will wrap myself in the memory of your talented hands and gentle being.

You have gone first,

And I remain.

One thing that I ask David;

Walk slowly down that long road.

One at birth,

                We will again be together.

I know not when our paths will join,

But I am certain that we will walk hand in hand again.