Storke Funeral Home Obituaries

To all the Swisher/Cahoon family, I am very sorry for your loss. My first memory of the family and David was visiting the dairy farm through the C. T. Smith FFA chapter and drinking the coldest BEST milk I've ever had ! Then I was in class with Mary Beth from 4th grade on and meeting Edgar and later Jimmy. Of course I and my family already knew of the older siblings as they and I were in school with most of them. Betsy was always very helpful to me when I ran into her at BGES. The family is very lucky to have had such a good man. Will be thinking of and praying for all of you

You became my dad at six years old and I am grateful. Thanks for everything. I will never forget the motorcycle ride and scraping my melted tennis shoe sole off the muffler pre BMW days. Another memory of changing drivers on the way to Florida travelling I95 without pulling over just slowing down a smidge. The next dragonfly I see will be dedicated to you.

I have two particular memories from my childhood about Uncle David that have stuck with me for all these years. I remember that he took us boys to a dirt bike track one evening to watch a race. We were probably around 11 or 12 years old at the time. I don't remember where it was but I think the riders were just local teenagers, probably participating in some community event. We watched the racers zooming around the track, sailing over the humps and sliding around the turns at breakneck speed. But suddenly, one of the riders lost control of his bike. He slid out of the turn and crashed into a hay bale and went flying over the chain link fence and disappeared into the brush on the other side. We boys all erupted in laughter at that guy's dramatic wipe out. But not Uncle David. He immediately got up and jumped over the fence and ran across the track to go help that rider. My first reaction was one of total surprise. Uncle David had nothing to do with this race. He wasn't an organizer or staff member or part of the rescue team. He didn't even know the rider who crashed. He was just a guy who brought his kids out to see the race. Nevertheless, he immediately sprang into action to offer his help in a time of need. And my second reaction was one of shame and embarrassment for how I had acted. Uncle David had shown us how good men are supposed to act in situations like that. I hoped I would never laugh at another person's misfortune ever again. In another memory, I remember looking out our window at home and seeing a car on the side of the road. A woman was looking around in the trunk for something. Another vehicle was approaching. It slowed down and pulled over right behind her. A man got out. It was Uncle David. He talked with the woman for a moment and then he too started looking around in her trunk. He pulled out a jack and spare tire. He then proceeded to jack up the car and change her flat tire. I called mom over to the window and showed her what was going on. I asked mom if she knew who the woman was but she didn't know. She said Uncle David was just being a nice gentleman by helping a woman change her flat tire. Without realizing it, Uncle David had once again shown me how good men are supposed to act. I don't know why those two memories stand out among all the rest but they do. Maybe they caused the dim bulb in my young mind to shine a little brighter. I thought of Uncle David as almost a second father. I loved, trusted, and respected him as much as I did my own father. At times, the two men seemed almost inseparable. I can hardly think of one without thinking of the other. And yet, fate has kept them separated for many years now. It is my sincerest hope, that no matter what the meaning of life turns out to be, that these two brothers have now been reunited in another world. I know they will not be forgotten in this world for as long as I live.

To James and family, My sincere condolences. I had the privilege of meeting your Mom a few times through MWHC. Such a great lady. I also recall one summer that you, James, and your Dad rode a long distance together. I’m sure you have some great memories. May your memories cause smiles for you. Best regards, Barbara Kane

I knew your loved one through UPS and I just wanted his family to know how much I thought of him. He shipped motorcycle parts frequently and he and Mrs. Swisher were favorite customers..I remember one time he broke down on a motorcycle trip out west and he knew he had the part at home. He had Mrs. Swisher get the part and pack it up and bring it to UPS to ship overnight. Cheaper and faster than trying to get the part where he was. I am so sorry for your loss, but he lived a life well lived. I’m sure he touched so many with his great personality. I worked at UPS for 42 years and he was one of my “favs”. I hope this memory allows you to reflect on your memories and appreciate what wonderful people Mr. and Mrs. Swisher were. They were a joy! My deepest condolences, Tina Jones

So sorry for your loss. Sincerely Vicky Terrell Stover