Birth date: Dec 11, 1974 Death date: Aug 27, 2014
It is with great sadness that we the Simental and Heredia families lay to rest our son, brother, husband, father, grandpa, uncle, cousin, nino, and friend. We can’t imagine life without him but choose to remember him as the kind a Read Obituary
Miss you every moment of every day.
I met "Horseshoe Dave" a few years ago right after I became a Parks and Rec Commissioner. I was walking through the west side of Perris Hill Park and Dave was at the horseshoe pits. He and I started talking about the conditions at the park. I quickly learned about the passion for life (and horseshoes) that Dave had. He didn't do anything half-ways. He spent a lot of his time and his own money to make those pits nice. Dave was a character who was compassionate. He worried about the homeless at the park that he befriended. He opened my eyes about a lot of things. I will miss Dave and his emails about his beloved horseshoe pits. Rest In Peace my friend.
Debbi Matley
I worked for & with David for 8 1/2 years. I've since moved out of Ca. He was the best boss & friend anyone can have. He made our jobs easy. I can't count the times he went to bat for all of us. I am saddened by his death. My heart and prayers go to his family. He had the best sense of humor. I'm grateful for the awesome memories. David, I'll miss you.
Marianne Adamo
We are so sorry to hear of David's passing. Our deepest condolences to the entire Simental Family. David was so young and will be greatly missed.
No parent should ever have to bury a child. Our thoughts and prayers are with you. So sorry we were unable to attend David's service today but our thoughts were with you especially today.
God Bless You,
Jason Solis & Elaine Solis-Munoz
Sorry to here of David's passing we knew him from Del Rosa Lanes our thoughts and prayers go out to his family.
David was a kind and caring young man, he had a sweet spirit, I loved working on the committee with him we would joke about him taking over the committee he would simply say "Im here if you need me". I will miss him, God bless the family, you are in my prayers.
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To David my Friend my Co worker, I will miss you very much. I will miss your stories, your laughter and your views about things. I will miss discussing "The Voice" TV show with you.. You were one of the greatest Bosses in my many years of working. I will miss your smile and strength. You were the one who came down to the gas station when that couple hit my bus and it turned to rough. When I was in that accident in the limo when the girl plowed into back when I was parked , You stayed over to make sure I was okay. I recall you talking to our risk management dept telling them no need to send her for a drug test today, she has been in the ER for hours. You showed compassion, strength and care for all your employees. You will be missed by all. To your Family my deepest sympathies and may God Bless you during this difficult time.
Pat Maldonado
This is a writing that makes me think about David and his life.
One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.
A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it.
Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen.
The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart….
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, “Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.”
The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart.
It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges.
In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared “How can he say his heart is more beautiful?” they thought.
The young man looked at the old man’s heart and saw its state and laughed. “You must be joking,” he said. “Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.”
“Yes,” said the old man, “Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you.
You see, every scar represents a person to whom have given my love – I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.”
“Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me.
These are the empty gouges – giving love is taking a chance.
Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?”
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks.
He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out.
He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.
The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man’s heart.
It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man’s heart flowed into his.
They embraced and walked away side by side.
~ Author Unknown~
