David Lee Pearson

I loved Doc Pearson. He was my dentist for around 30 years, even though I lived in Indianapolis. Going to the dentist is never fun, but he was warm and friendly, gently chiding about dental care. We talked about many many things over the years. The pandemic parted us, and he suggested I find another dentist. But I'll always remember Doc.

I was saddened to hear that Dr Pearson had died. He was my dentist all throughout the 60's and 70's when I was growing up. I still have some of the fillings he put in my mouth. I have fond memories of him as a dentist (he always called me "tiger") and also as a runner. He would frequently run down our country road in Camby.

He will be missed by many, including me. Wish I could find the pic of he and my dad in front of a small plane, getting ready to go for an adventure, probably sometime in the 70s.