Birth date: May 2, 1952 Death date: May 31, 2009
Rincones, David, a Dallas County resident since 1970, went to be with our Lord and Savior Sunday, May 31, 2009, after a brave fight with Acute Myeloid Leukemia, for several months, at age 57, surrounded by his loved ones. Born in Read Obituary
David, We miss you so much. Love your wife.
2014 Another Year Another year has gone by… Another year of missing you… Another year the pain is still the same… Another year of missing you… Another year my heart still aches for you… Another year I still weep in my private secret place… Another year without you in my life… Another year of missing you… Another year… Love you always, Your wife See you again…
David, Almost 2 years and my heart still aches for you; there is not a day that goes by that I don't think about you. Life without you is very hard the trials and tribulations that am facing everyday alone are unbearable. How I miss you. Love you always your wife
To David's Family, You would not know me nor would David have ever mentioned me, but I wanted to let you know how David affected me. I came into David's office on a consistent basis and gathered some things by the way he lived his life. I watched him work tirelessly while at Stewart and wish that I had an employee that dedicated to service. He was responsive, on time, hard working, confident, courteous, and effective. Effective is an odd word to insert but David communicated his values and faith without saying a word. The picture of his family on the board to the photo copy of the bible let you know what he thought was important. I have not been in the office for several months and was looking forward to the update and was hoping to see David there. I was sad to see that three people were in the office but none of them were David. David was an inspiration to me in work ethic of the everyday life and work as well as I Peter 3:15. David truly was an example of the setting apart of his life and heart for Christ and was always ready to give the reason for his hope for his life with gentleness and reverence. I am writing with deep sadness and am sorry to say goodbye today but looking forward to greeting him on the other side. Thank you.
What great neighbors you and Erma were to Dennis and I – over 25 years ago!Your neighbors Royce and JoAnn brought back many fond memories through their own description of being your next door neighbors.I remember well your kind and gentle ways, your exhuberant laugh, and your animated conversations. Mostly, though, I remember your expressive eyes – eyes that sometimes seemed to speak without words, and other times seemed to see inside you. I regret I didn't stay in touch better – my loss -and it's with greater regret that I didn't get to say good-bye. It was an honor to be your neighbor and friend. And it is clear that you touched many lives in special ways during your life. Marcy Waters
Dear Pawpaw,I wish you were here. You were the best Pawpaw in the world. When grandma told me that you died. I cry and cry. I miss you.
We cannot believe it has been well over two months since David left us for his heavenly reward. We miss seeing David pulling into the driveway in the afternoons after work, hurriedly making his way to the front door to see Erma. We miss seeing him changing the oil in his vehicles and washing them until they sparkled like new. We miss hearing the mower start up and looking out to see him cutting the grass. We miss hearing him laugh in the backyard with his family (especially his adored and "oh so loved" grandson, Preston). We missed smelling the food being cooked on the grill on the4th of July. We just miss having him next door as a wonderful friend and neighbor (for over 23 years). Years ago, we smelled the food grilling one Saturday and hollered over the fence "what time do we eat?" Our words were met with smiles and laughter. About an hour or so later, our front doorbell rang, and there was David standing there with a whole platter of freshly grilled food. So unexpected on our part; so much like David and his giving personality. When a tornado touched down (small F1 but scary nonetheless) and ripped shingles off of part of our house a few years ago, David was over before the rain and thunder even let up, climbing up on the roof with Royce and helping him nail down tarps. No thought to his own safety or comfort; he just wanted to help his neighbor. Our best memories are those of the four of us (Erma, David, Royce and myself) meeting at the Poteet High School football games during our sons' years in the band. We cheered the football team, cheered the bands, cheered the drill teams, and had an absolute blast. We sweated during the August and September games and shook under coats and blankets during the late October and November games. But we always had fun. Good, Christian fun. We traveled together to State UIL Contest and cheered on our sons as they were on the field, rejoiced like crazy people in 1997 when Poteet won their first state championship, and tried to encourage them when they did not do as well in 1999. David was all about "family" and he cared for his family daily; working hard to provide for their needs, sacrificing his wants so his children could have their wants, repairing cars, appliances, etc., keeping the house and cars in "tip-top" shape, chasing Preston around the back yard as he giggled with delight (Preston and David both, actually), and joining his son, Jacob, in scouting activities with wholehearted joy. David loved his children, Frances and Jacob, more than life itself. He loved his wife, Erma, even more (if that is possible). Of course, no one can adequately express the love a grandparent feels for his grandchildren (as we have only recently learned), but it is a love that is on a higher plane than anything God has allowed us to experience thus far. David loved his Preston and Preston loved his Papa. Preston will be able to tell his little brother many stories about their Papa and what a good man he was. David would want us to go on living our lives and being grateful for every second we have to share with those we love. He would want us to get our lives "right" with God and to give our Lord the respect and reverance that He deserves. He would want us to smile when we are able and laugh loud and long when opportunities present themselves. Erma, David was so blessed to have you as his wife, his best friend, the mother of his children, and his sister-in-Christ. You were there for him every day, every minute, willing and able to do anything and everything while he was trying to stay on this earth with you. No one could have done more. No one could have loved more. I know you miss him beyond comprehension and I pray God makes every day just a little easier for you to get through. It was a privilege to know David and call him our friend. We will always miss him.
On June 24, 2008, we started our journey of uncertainty, our lives changed completely. David was diagnosed with AML (Acute Myeloid Leukemia). He fought a hard, courageous battle. David died 3 weeks and 3 days ago. There isn't a day that goes by without thinking about David, his memories will stay with me until I die. There's not a day that goes by that I don't ask myself what else could I or could we have done. David was a devoted husband, father and grandfather, but most of all he was a devoted Christian and loved the Lord with all his heart, and was not afraid to let anyone know how he felt about his Lord and Savior. David and I were married 34 years 7months and 16 days. We talked everyday, even if we were mad at each other, it didn't matter we still talked, at the end of each phone conversation we always said "I love you". We instill this phase to our children and will do the same with our grandsons. We were always together, we laughed and cried together, we were never apart. I feel so lost and alone without him, I ache so badly inside. I don't believe anyone can fully understand how I feel about my loss. My heart is full of sadness, I feel like my heart has been ripped out from my chest. David was everything to me. I miss his smile, his laughter, his sense of humor, but most of all I miss our conversations about God and the Bible. It seems so unreal that he is gone; I still expect to be able to pick up the phone and call him or have lunch with him. I'm not sure how to express my feelings to others about David. I feel like people expect me to cry every time I'm asked, "so how are you dealing with life now that he is gone". How does anyone expect me too feel or deal with this death? I need to stay strong for my children and my grandsons. I also need to stay focused in order to handle all of my daily tasks. I can't afford to break down every time I'm asked how I'm doing. I have to fight back my tears and be strong. David always wanted to witness to people, but said he didn't know how. However after talking to several of his friends and people that had crossed paths with David, I learned a different story. They described David as loyal, respected, a father figure, best friend, "he gave me an opportunity when no one else would", devoted to God and his family. They all have said that David was a great inspiration and his actions spoke volumes to them. If only he knew the lives he touched and how they felt about him…he would be truly amazed. David wrote a letter to me the week before he passed away, in the letter he said, "if you remember anything about me remember that I love you very much, I love the kids and the grandkids". David we love you too and we miss you tremendously. Your loving wife, Erma
To My Dear Sweet Daddy… I am so proud of you and how you held strong to your faith in God and his word. I know that you would have told me that this had nothing to do with you, but had all to do with God…and I completely agree. You could not have done it without him by your side. The choice you made to have God rule over your life not only helped give you the peace that many people witnessed, but it also helped me to know and realize that you are indeed in a better place…a place beyond our wonder… I've imagined your face as it might have looked when you first got to heaven. Dancing with angels and singing praises to God. I could see your beautiful smile and a face filled with child like amazement. I know that we all prayed for a miracle of healing or what we all thought what a miracle should be, but in no way can I discount how your perseverance spoke to my heart and how your prayers touched the many people that you encountered through your journey. I must say that those, in my eyes, are miracles of wonder as well, and I praise God for all of them. Thank you for all that you did for me. I pray that I will one day get to see what you are seeing and experience what you are experiencing. Love you, Frances
Our beloved borther, David, will always be in our hearts. And I want to tell my sister-in-law, Erma, that she is a wonderful wife and morther. She was by our borther side day and night. God bless her. Margot,Mission, Tx.
