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David Brooks Obituary

BROOKS, DAVID COLVIN

On Saturday, June 25, 2005, beloved son of Walter and Jean Brooks; husband of Cecilia Brooks; father of Davietta Brooks; stepfather of Demetrius Perkins; nephew of Harold J. Jennifer, Jr., Lindsay Hurd and LaVerne Brooks. Also survived by a host of other relatives and friends. A memorial service will be held Thursday, July 7 at 11 a.m. at Holy Comforter Episcopal Church, 701 Oglethorpe St., NW. In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to the Holy Comforter Building Fund or the Sonny Jennifer Scholarship Fund at Morgan State University, Baltimore, MD. Arrangements by JOHN T. RHINES FUNERAL HOME.

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Published by The Washington Post on Jul. 6, 2005.

Memories and Condolences
for David Brooks

7 Entries

Regina (Pough) Duarte

July 11, 2005

Mr. and Mrs. Brooks, I'm so sorry to hear of the loss of your beloved son, David. We had many good times as neighbors growing up. My prayers are with you both. Although we don't see each other as often as we use to, I think of you both very often.

Fred McKinney

July 8, 2005

To the family,

I am so sorry for your loss. I had not seen David in many years. We grew up together. I lived in Shepard Park and my cousin Milton Smith lived on Nicholson in David's neighborhood. My brother, Rudy and I spent a lot of time with my cousin and we all attended Paul Jr. High School. But even before Paul we knew each other from our 10 and under, 12 and under, and 15 and under baseball and football days. David was more than just a great player, he was a great friend during those years. He was always the brightest most fun person in the group. He kept us laughing. I cried when I heard of his death. I will always remember him. Dr. Fred Warren McKinney

Clinton Jennifer

July 8, 2005

Aunt Jean and Uncle Pooch, please accept my condolences for the loss of our beloved David. God give you strength to endure such an unfair circumstance.

David was my only first cousin; and he was one year younger than me. When we were kids we had great fun. I can remember laughing and playing and having the best time of my life as a youngster when I would spend the night at the Oneida Place homestead. We would play basketball for hours on the Paul Jr. High playground and then come indoors and play for hours more on the makeshift court in his basement. He and I attended YMCA Camp Letts together—as well as Joe Gallagher’s St. John’s basketball camp. I also remember David being particularly adept at pinball, bowling, and miniature golf – activities which he would clearly show his superiority. And Dave was definitely a chip off the old block as an outstanding baseball player; and I think he was a punt, pass, and kick champion. His Ivy League education and intellectual proclivity was only surpassed by his Ph.D in street lingo. David was the master of versatility.

There is no wonder that Dave excelled at sports: the son of Walter Brooks, a career recreation professional and Jean Jennifer-Brooks a retired high school Athletic Director. He came by his athletic prowess honestly, as Jean was a great swimmer, diver, tennis, and field hockey player. And I understand Pooch was one of the finest baseball players that DC has ever produced. And in addition to Dave’s natural born gifts, he had a fierce competitive spirit. He played hard. You could almost say that Dave was accident prone or injury prone. It seemed like every time you turned around, David had a cast on an arm or leg. He played hard.

When I was a graduate student at Springfield College in 1975 and David was a senior at Dartmouth, I planned to give a party with the hopes he could attend after Dartmouth’s game versus Springfield. But David didn’t make the trip with the team. He was injured. But he was a key man on that team. He was even the Captain at one point.

Sometimes now when I reflect on David’s life and the life of my brother Sonny, who also died young, I can conclude that there are lots of similarities between the two. They were both without a doubt, two of the brightest guys that I ever knew. Did they live up to their potential? You be the judge of that. But they lived life on their terms. Our expectations are irrelevant and probably somewhat selfish. Anything that they did or did not accomplish in their lives is moot now. Their time on earth was much too short but very sweet.

David was an extraordinary individual; and we loved him and will miss him profusely.

Brenda Murphy

July 6, 2005

To The Brooks Family, Sorry to hear about your loss. May God be with you and your family.

(Melvin Ross' daughter and Noami Perry's niece)

Arthur & Lisa Taylor

July 6, 2005

To the Brooks Family, our prayers and condolences are with you. Davietta, May God continue to bless you and your family. Always know that we are here for you and a only phone call away.

Jamia, Justin & Jamaree

Rachael Hurd

July 6, 2005

Hello Aunt Jean and Uncle Brooks. I could not believe it when I received the news. Look to the Lord to give you strength through this hard time. And know that David was loved very much. You will see that during the memorial service tomorrow. God Bless You Both, and hopefully I will get to see you in the near future. I love you both.

Rachael (Jeff's daughter)

Michael Tapscott

July 6, 2005

To the family,

In the last two years, thanks to Dave's friendship with Rob, we had a lot of opportunities to talk and get to know one another again. During high school, we were buddies, cousins, playing basketball locally and having lot's of fun and success. As we got older, we drifted into our own lives and like family would see each other at family events, reunions, funerals, you name it. Over the last two years, Dave's weekly visits at Rob's office, were always a lot of fun with too much trash talking and even more philosphizing about something, for that matter, anything. Basketball, politics, sports in general. Literally, anything, becasue David was always read to go about some issue or other. This was something David did quite well, and we all enjoyed getting into it with him.

You grow up as cousins, as buddies and then one day you find yourself older. Yet, that relationship never changes much over the years, and all that space and time collapses into just "another yesterday," because we are part of a wonderful family, where kinship ties are encouraged and strengthened... we are fortunate to have these family ties, they are truly special and I am thankful for them, thankful for getting to know Dave again.

God bless Aunt Jean and Uncle Poochie. David, we miss you, we have prayed for a special blessing for you.

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