David Jull

One memory I have of my dad is that him and my Uncle Tom brought my truck out to California when I was in the marines. We were sitting at a restaurant on the water and an earthquake hit everyone else ran and we just sat there. The waiter then came out after and said didn’t you feel that we said no and then he said well at least it didnt knock my beer over lol good memories. I love and miss you dad.

Oh so many memories it is hard to just talk about a few: My dad was the absolute best about taking us out for a treat. After softball practice he would rarely say no to a trip to sonic and allow me to splurge on a strawberry cream slush. We would have the best conversations in the drive in as we would enjoy our treat and promise we wouldn’t let mom know. One birthday my dad and I were in Denver without mom for a softball tournament. It was well known that my dad wasn’t the best at planning a birthday celebration so my bar of expectations was pretty low. He was so concerned about making the dad special. After he left for a few hours, he told me to come to the hotel lobby and there he had balloons, cake and all of my friends there waiting for me to celebrate. Although it might seem basic, it is one of my favorite birthdays to this day. It was the thought and effort my Dad put in that made it so special. I was an avid Rockies fan when I was younger and there were times just my dad and I would go to a game. I was 4 or 5 and the game we attended rain dumped on us. Instead of leaving and going home, we threw some ponchos on and sat in the rain to see the rest of the game. I think the whole stadium was empty but we sat and enjoyed it and my dad was there keeping me warm. The fact I can remember this vividly to this day shows how much those small moments with my dad meant to me. Dad- you will be forever missed. I will always cherish our memories together and will continue to chat with you daily. Even though I may not hear your response, I will know exactly what you would say ❤️. I love you, Dad.

My big brother was 9 years my senior, so my childhood memories of him are limited. I remember admiring his sense of adventure. In addition to being a pilot, he bought a hang-glider and did that for a time. As I recall, he did that until he crashed and broke one or more bones. One of the clear memories I have is related to this photo. Dave and his friends went on a bike trip down the Beartooth Highway. I remember Mom being so afraid of him crashing on a switchback or getting hit by a car. I don't understand why. You can see the safety gear they had on. I am sure Dave (right) would have been well protected by that t-shirt and those 70s jean cut-offs! Where was Child Protective Services, for heaven's sake?! Will miss you, big brother. Along with Mom, Dad, Snoopy (in the window) and 2105 Concord Dr.

Love you all! Let us know if you need anything. Sending thoughts and prayers your way. -Murrays