From Stuart Yochem

My favorite (or maybe most impactful) memory of David was waking up (as a little girl) to find a man at my dining room table reading the Charlotte Observer (the man really loved a newspaper). I slowly realized the man (whose face had not been revealed) had a very different physique and much darker hair than Joe. Little did I know, you were at the hospital with kidney stones, and mom was also gone, so I assumed David was my new dad. I was scared but also weirdly comfortable. And this is just another example of how the Yarborough’s are like family to us. 

We all convinced David to go on a sailboat (captained by Joe) for a week to celebrate your 60th bdays. David was very much out of his element, and as he tried to be a skipper things went terribly wrong (you can tell that story in more detail). Moral of the story is that he was such a good sport and would do anything to make Allie happy, even if that means living in close quarters on a sailboat, captained by Joe and with the Yochems for a whole week. 

It was so easy to see on his face how proud he was of his family. They were his everything. He beamed talking about each of them. They all knew how to push his buttons, but they also adored him. He also had a way of making you feel special in a room full of people. He made an effort to talk to everyone.