My father (dude) and I the last few years were not as close as I would have liked, none the less I loved his silly smirk he had all the time. My father never judged people, always stayed open minded unless mom told him otherwise. I remember him working all the time to stay ahead not being able to play with us kids. It was only after i had my own kids that I realized it wasn't that you don't want to play you are simply just exhausted from dealing with the bs from work. On downtime though his whole life was his kids, even more when the grandkids started coming.

Dad didn't call me David or Dave very often (only when he was upset/mad)it took a lot to get him there. Working along side him for many years at Tippet's it was like an unwritten rule I didn't call him dad he didn't call me Dave. He started calling me "Bud" I responded "Dude" it stuck and many summers went by it was only when my brother started working with us that other people started to realize we were related.

Some of my favourite memories of my dad was climbing in/out of that 5 ton moving other people's belongings and protecting crappy furniture with padding and tape on everything.

Dad you are no longer with us in person, however always in our hearts. We were speaking of you last night and I remember all the times you caught me sneaking in or out of the basement window. Again, never judging he would say " Why don't you just use the darn door" My response was always I didn't want to wake you. He'd say "Hows that working for you"  Good times. I know he didn't say much to mom because he could look at her and she would somehow figure it out. My dad was simply a great person, always willing to help anyone with a problem and put them before himself. A man of few words, a great deal of loyal friends. He was a father, grandfather, devoted husband to my mother, son and brother. Most importantly my sounding board, my hero, my dude and my friend. You are missed and always on my mind.

More = I love you. Your eldest son (Bud) David Allan Lovely