Eulogy My dad was a lot of things. He was a father, husband, brother, uncle, son, colleague and friend. Growing up as one of 9 siblings in a family-oriented neighborhood in West Seattle, he had lots of kids to play with. He even produced a horror movie wiith his friend Ron and his brother Ray called ‘It’ where my dad starred as mad scientist who got eaten by his own creation. It was so successful that they were able to charge the neighborhood kids to view the premier in their basement. His sister Jackie told me that he would play his guitar in the room above her’s into the night. And that she would have dreams of the song “Dirty Water”, which was his favorite at the time. Music was always important to my dad, especially jazz and classical. My brother Philip inherited that love, and grew up to become a musician. Dad went on to play the guitar his whole life. He recently told me he was about to record some videos of him playing the guitar for youtube. He played his guitar almost daily, and some songs he had been practicing for 45 years. So he figured he knew them pretty well by now. During college Dad worked with mainframe computers at the Visual Studios Lab during the graveyard shift. For him it was a job where he could practice guitar. But sometimes he would be disturbed by some punk high schoolers trying to test their computer programs. They turned out to be Paul Allen and Bill Gates. My mom told me about the cool MG MGB he drove in his twenties. He always loved working on cars, although he never quite finished up the MGB. To turn on the choke, you needed a set of pliers, and passenger side floor was piece of plywood. Dad was always sure to park it on a hill, facing down. That way he could start the engine by popping the clutch. My dad always loved watching formula one racing and sports cars. It started when he helped his brother Rex with his racecar as a kid. He had the MGB in his twenties, and he had a Porsche in his later years, but he was never ostentatious about the car he drove. When I was in high school he gave me his decades old toyota pickup truck. After I got in an accident, I upgraded to a newer car. The insurance company said the truck was totalled, but it still ran fine. My dad drove it to work for years until the engine gave out. My dad was always an independent do-it-your-selfer and liked to save money. But he was always a more passionate engineer than handyman. I remember when both of the showers in his house broke. Rather than call a plumber, for the next ten years everyone in the house took baths. My dad worked worked for 29 years as a software engineer for Boeing. He worked on many different projects, including some work on the 787 for which he received a patent. One colleague said that: “He was a man of few words, and let his work do the talking. When he said things, we really paid attention. He was quiet, but very humorous.” He was a man that didn’t speak a lot, but what he said was always well-considered. He was a man that enjoyed spending time alone, but when he socialized he was always in a joking mood, and could even be the life of the party. And dad wasn’t always a straight-laced engineer. He entered college in the late 1960s, and adapted the culture of the time. His sister Suzanne told me about one time when his neighbors parents were robbed, they automatically assumed it was David since he was the hippy with long hair. He was a man with an insatiable curiosity, and always looking to try new things. During our last conversation he mentioned that he had been studying particle physics and had started taking golf lessons. He will be greatly missed as a father. He would take Philip and I sailing on Lake Washington and rollerblading around Greenlake. He was immensely proud of his two sons, and he would support us no matter what for our whole lives. Dad was truly fortunate to meet his wife Linda. Dad seemed at his happiest these past few years, and especially when he and Linda were joking around the dinner table. He was many things to many people. I feel truly blessed to have had him in my life. We are all going to miss him very much.