Rest in Peace Dave

I met Dave through his wife, who was a friend of mine.  Dave grew up in California, and had moved to Minnesota a few months before I met him.  I don't have alot of "guy friends", but as soon as I was introduced to Dave, I knew we would be close, lifetime friends.  Dave was one of those people who I would describe as "cool".  He was easy-going, funny, caring, and a hundred other descriptive words. 
Dave did not ask for much in life, and he did not expect much either.  Dave was very tall, and very skinny.  He had long, dark hair and also a mustache and beard that were overgrown and scraggly.  When we two couples went on vacation to Jamaica, all the natives called Dave "Jesus" - that gives you a mental picture of what Dave looked like! 
Even though Dave put on a tough-guy exterior, he was a sweetheart.  On Valentine's Day one year, when I was going through my divorce, Dave left an unsigned card and a rose on my car windshield!  He did not want me to be sad or lonely on Valentine's Day.  He would not have told me it was him that left the rose, but I told his wife I thought it was him, and when she asked him, he said yes, that it was him.  In the Winter when my water pipes froze in the basement and burst, I called Dave.  He came right over, and got the main water shut off; but only after getting frostbite on his fingers. 
Dave and his wife were going through a divorce a few years ago.  One day, he said he was going fishing, which was not out of the ordinary.  Dave went under a bridge in Lanesboro, sat down in a lawn chair, and shot himself.  It took me totally by suprise because I thought of Dave as such a strong person. 
One of Dave's favorite songs was "Mas Tequila", and when I hear that song, I think of Dave.  When I drive over the bridge where he killed himself, I yell out "Hey Dave" to him.  I think of Dave often, and wish he was still here to tease me the way he always did, and make me laugh uncontrollably.