Today started out like any typical day, my alarm went off at 9:30, I rolled out of bed, walked into the bathroom turned on the shower, came back to my night stand, unplugged my cell phone and checked to see if I had any cell phone messages. Only one message – Subway Dave passed away.
You see Dave was a franchise owner of the Subway on Henderson Rd, thus the nickname Subway Dave. I’ve probably known Dave fifteen years at the very least. Whenever I would stop in his Subway to get my roast beef foot long he would see me and nudge his employees out of the way to make my sandwich often placing a couple of extra pieces of roast beef on it. If I told him a couple of good stories while I was waiting for my sandwich he would slip a couple of chocolate chips cookies in my bag.
Don’t get me wrong Dave and I weren’t really close friends, but our paths crossed often especially during football season. He especially liked college football and when I shared a beer with him he would talk a blue streak about his favorite team, the Penn State Nittany Lions (he was from Pennsylvania from what I understand). Last season he and I started playing the spot cards together, he would pick two teams and I would pick two. We never won, but we had fun doing it !
I hadn’t seen him in a couple of months, but the guys at Subway said he was cutting back on his work hours so I didn’t really think anything of it. Dave had a lot to be proud of running and owning his own business and it’s sad now that he is gone at the young age of 47. Dave would often say to me that life’s a struggle, but knowing that he is at peace now should give us all much comfort.