David Humphreys

David Wayne Humphreys, completed his journey on August 19, 2020. He was a complex, loving, loyal, complicated, and infuriating man. He had the ability to make you so angry, you thought, "I might actually stab him." But within that same second, had a smirk and a laugh that made you forget why you were so close to committing homicide. He was the type of man who bought both his children their first Grand Theft Auto games when he was specifically told not to. What's the big deal? They're 10. It's fine. (It was fine, and it was fun.) He instilled in his children very early on that we are Redskins fans, and we despise anyone who likes the Cowboys. Coke over Pepsi, and if you disagree, well, he's sorry but you're wrong. He's the type of man to buy a girl a gold ring, even after she's told how much she loves silver, (come on, Dad!) but he also knew how to make an ugly, small, poorly constructed house, a romantic, beautiful evening. He was loyal in a way that made your heart ache. He felt things so deep that I wonder if he ever stopped feeling them. He loved a Chevy and hated a Ford, do NOT try to change his mind because 1. It will never happen and 2. He is going to explain to you in grave detail on how his first car was a Ford, and he hated it with a fiery passion. In at least 80% of photographs, you can see him with a Dale Earnhardt or Dale Jr. hat on. If at a party, you can easily find David playing horseshoes, while simultaneous talking about the alien conspiracy special he watched, while holding a can of Budweiser. After witnessing his 7 year old daughter throw a football INCORRECTLY, he quickly taught her how to throw a spiral, because dammit Jessica, if you are going to throw it, throw it right! When people would tell them how dangerous his Three Wheeler was, he would respond by performing a wheely on it because he is a grown man and he will ride a death trap if he wants to. He had a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He had a heart with broken dreams. He loved in the ways he knew how, but always stayed slightly guarded. When he found out he was having a son, he was filled with so much joy, I think it was the first smile I had witnessed that finally reached his eyes. He was a quiet man, until he had something to say. David Humphreys was a complex, loving, loyal, complicated and infuriating man, and he touched more hearts than he will ever realize. He was was loved deeper than he knew, and more than he thought. He was finally reunited with his Father, Robert Benjamin Humphreys; his mother, Diane Marie (Cross) Starkey; his step father Ronald Starkey; his grandmother, Anna Humphreys; his sweet aunt Madeline Korzendorfer; and he finally got to hug his best friend, who was more like a brother, Carlos "Ben" Wayne Smith. He has so many family and friends, who love him and can't wait to see him again: his daughter, Jessica Humphreys; his son, and pride and joy, Robert Humphreys; his sister, who, for whatever reason chooses to support the Cowboys...but we love her anyway, Terri Schiffman; his brother, Jamie Talson; his cousin and forever partner in crime, Jimmy Cross; the mother of his daughter and lifelong friend, Sonya Smith; the mother of his son, and forever family, Maggie Abe; A woman who loves him like her own son and gave him the awesome nick name "Tiger", Beverly Hicks; one of his best friends, Samantha Dodson; his niece, Christina Marie Hall; And many other family and friends. Dad, we love you and miss you so much. While our hearts may weigh heavy today, one day they will lift back up, but the love we feel will never change. I hope you get to shake hands with Dale Earnhardt, and crack a beer open with your own father. I hope you watch down on us, a happier man, with the weight of the world no longer on your heart. We will continue to hold you close, and cherish the memories we do have, and one day, when the time comes, we all look forward to seeing you again. This time however, the smile will always reach your eyes. But until that time comes....Raise Hell, Praise Dale, and Jeff Gordon sucks.