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How Do We Say Goodbye?



How do you say goodbye to a spirit bigger than most, and loved by all?

By remembering what he did and who he was. 


He wrestled. 

He was a man who pinned opponents to the mat with power, strength, and fire, yet always ended with a handshake, eyes steady, dignity intact.


He rode. 

A man who rode bulls for a living,

chasing dust and danger, his raw talent and fierce determination

recognized long before the buckles came.


He lived.

He was a man who lived with integrity, stood up for others with the heart of a hero and felt the power of the Holy Spirit when he gave his life to Jesus. 


He loved. 

He was a man who loved his son and his family with a passion second only to the love of our Savior. He was a friend who simply showed up every time he said he would and even when you didn’t ask him to. A man who gave his whole heart, his time, and his hugs to those lucky enough to love him.


So how do we say goodbye?


We wrestle. 


We wrestle with the impossible to make our dreams possible just like he did. 


We wrestle the good out of every moment. 


We wrestle with the passion it takes to earn our place on the mat. 


So, how do we say goodbye?


We Ride.


We ride through the fear, dig in the spurs, and tip our hat to say, “Let’s go!”


We ride no matter how hard life bucks or twists and turns, until that buzzer sounds. 


We ride by grabbing the bull by the horns, and even if it horns us in the face, we get back on. 


So how do we say goodbye?


We live. 


We live each day by taking risks, chasing dreams, earning them with hard work on the mat, one hand in the air, and a spirit that will not give up.


We live every moment and have the beer, eat the cake, and make the call. 


We live knowing the humble truth

that not all of us are promised old age.


So how do we say goodbye? 


We love. 


We love with devotion and gratitude for the people around us. 


We love no matter the miles, the time, or the distance between us. 


We love so well that Jesus can be felt in the hearts around us even when we are gone. 

So how do we say goodbye? 

We do what David did…

We wrestle.  

We ride.

We live. 

We love.


So that one day, face to face again,

we’ll receive one of those wonderful Davey hugs and say,


“Good job, Cowboy. You did well.“


If you want to help Davey’s son, Cullen, you can Venmo Amanda, Davey’s sister.  She is putting it all in an investment account for Cullen’s future. 
Venmo: @Amanda-Dixson-1 
Last 4 of her number is 6352 for verification. 


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