Dave Hood

Kathy Buffington published a tribute .

Birth order changes perspectives between siblings. We likely remember our early years differently, but the same. Dave was my only brother and he was the oldest child in our family,
10 years older than me. Dave, Diane and I shared common ground throughout our childhoods. We shared the same homes in Big Timber MT, Dawson MN, Canton SD, Ladysmith WI, the long time family cabin on Flathead Lake and all the life lived in each of those places. We shared each other, our parents, our extended family. We were PK’s together, we were half Hood and half Gilbertson and we never knew either grandfather. We loved the same dogs. I have tales from my youth about the mischievous older brother but that isn’t how I view him. For me, he was a strong leader. I had so much respect for Dave, as he watched over Diane and I throughout our lives. I learned that he was selfless, generous, filled with optimism, extremely creative, a genius and always had my back. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for Margaret, Bil, Jamie, Kim, Donna, Matthew, Samantha, Anders, Jocelyn, Diane or I. He was conscientiously attentive and loving to our parents throughout their lives. He was a wonderful man!

The other evening as Doug and I reflected on our 42 years of marriage...Dave was an important part of our memories. He loved my Montana boy, Doug, from the beginning.

Doug, the awesome planner that he was, had not made any honeymoon reservations. Somehow Dave saw the need to step in and help. We had one night at a luxurious Seattle hotel, that Dave may very well have paid for, I don’t remember. Shortly after arriving at our room...there was a knock at the door and a bottle of chilled champagne on the other side, courtesy of Dave. This act, in itself, was oddly special because Dave didn’t drink alcohol, nor did he encourage it. But somehow, that night was different, as he added a special touch to our evening. He also arranged for us to spend several days at a beautiful new condo on the ocean, near Port Townsend. Once again, courtesy of David, Margaret and Jack Sikma (his name keeps popping up). We were so blessed with these extra days in such a lovely place.

Doug and Dave were bonded through many events but Sunday afternoon football at my mom’s home was when they realized they were on the same page! Between the two of them, the house was filled with loud raucous cheering and a whole lot of yelling at the refs! Dave and Doug were probably some of the first “12’s”,stayed true to their Hawks, and called one another to compare “Hawk thoughts” frequently. Both men felt responsible to keep those refs honest, a characteristic they took seriously at every athletic event they attended.

Dave and Doug decided they would go elk hunting back in 1984. Jamie, who’d turned 12, was just old enough to hunt, so was invited to go along. Doug had a rifle but Dave needed one. They headed downtown, to a pawn shop on 1st Avenue. There they found a Savage model 99, 308 caliber with a nice Weaver scope...just what Dave needed. Even back then, Dave had to fill out a background check. Doug laughs as he remembers the clerk hand Dave the paperwork and told Dave, “the first two answers are ‘yes’ and all the others are ‘no’” (I imagine giving the answers is heavily frowned upon these days). Who knows why they chose the unfamiliar White Pass area or why they didn’t check out the weather forecast, but they didn’t. Saturday morning, they took off in Doug’s little 2-wheel drive Toyota pickup, prepared to camp out. Later in the day, they arrived to the area where they would hunt. Already there was a good coverage of snow on the ground but forward they went up the old logging road, passing other camps and hunters, on up the mountain they searched for the right place to pull off. They found a good camp sight, parked the pickup and took off to get some hunting in before it got too late. It was snowing hard the whole time. Darkness would be closing in soon, so they went back to set up camp. Keeping the fire going was a challenge because it was snowing so hard. They strung a wire between two trees and draped a large piece of black visqueen over it for shelter. The snow was 12 to 14 inches deep already and no signs of letting up. Dave was a little nervous, thinking they should maybe head out. Doug found a long stick, stuck it in the snow so they could gauge the accumulation. He made a mark and said, “if it reaches this spot, we’ll leave”. They literally watched it reach their line in a matter of minutes. “Let’s get out of here,” they chimed together. The fire was easily smothered, the camp gear and the black plastic tent was wadded up, thrown in the back of the truck. With no visibility and too slippery to use brakes they headed downhill passing the camps and other unfortunates stuck in the snow along the old road. Grateful to reach the highway, they headed toward Yakima still barely able to see the road in front of them. Dave was relieved to be on the highway until they rounded a corner to find a line of cars back-upped behind a jackknifed semi, taking up the whole road. Doug was able to squeeze by the mess and continue on with Dave in the passengers seat...praying. They safely made it to Yakima, found a hotel and went to bed. In the morning, they watched the Seahawks beat Houston. Delighted with that win, they drove home with no shots fired.
I always could count on Dave to help in any way I needed it. Sometimes, even when I didn’t know I needed it. More importantly, as I slid down the slippery roads of life, I knew I could count on him to be praying for me, for my marriage, for my little girls, for my big girls, for every path my life took. He continually pointed me toward Jesus, by his own example. What better gift could he have given his baby sister?

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Donna J Andersen (Nee Gilbertson) published a tribute .

My cousin Dave is one of those few people who was there from my beginning, both of us born in July but he was two years ahead of me. I spent a lot of time around him during my first five years, and we bonded for life. In fact, the summer of 1946 when I was born our dads were both working as Park Rangers at Many Glacier Ranger Station in Glacier National Park. Dave's mom Olive and my dad Don (Uncle Doc) were brother and sister, and the brothers-in-law, our dads, got along really well. When they got out of the service after WWII, they initially went into business together and opened the Bill-Don Sporting Goods Store in Marshall, MN, where they sold sporting goods and appliances. But after a couple of years, they both felt called to the Lutheran ministry, and enrolled in Luther Seminary in St. Paul, MN. So the Hood family, Dave and his parents, and the Gilbertson family, me and my parents, all lived in the same apartment building for the next three years - and that's how Dave and I became preacher's kids. Olive and Dad's older brother Everett was already a Lutheran pastor, and eventually their younger brother Roy also became a Lutheran pastor - altogether in the family there were 16 of us pastor's kids. Our dads all joined together and built a somewhat ramshackle summer cabin on 100 feet of lakeshore property on beautiful Flathead Lake in northwestern MT. Our whole tribe would gather there in the summer and it was the highlight of our childhoods, and is to this day still in the family and a most beloved place where we have all taken our children and grandchildren. Dave was a combination cousin/big brother to me, and the first boy I "adored." As kids go, he was a source of excitement; he was a good boy, but he colored outside the lines and played outside the box - - which I'm sure was a foretelling of the creativity that would inspire his company Genesis One, and continually fuel his adult life. Because of our early bonding I was often the cousin participating in Dave's adventures at the lake - - like the time we climbed up a rocky cliff and over a private property fence to trespass on the property of a well known Montana artist, so we could get a better look at the manicured lawn flower beds and awesome looking 2-story log house, until somebody shot at us with we hoped was a BB gun, and we skedaddled in a hurry! Or the time I went with Dave in our little aluminum boat clear across the lake, much farther out than he had permission to take the boat, to hike up another cliff, this time to the Lookout Gift Shop off the highway on that side of the lake. We got in some big trouble for that one. We stayed in touch and wrote letters all the way through college, and during the summer of 1966 when I was working at Many Glacier Hotel in Glacier Park, Dave and Margaret came through on their honeymoon and spent a couple nights there. Dave had found the girl for him; he had written me about her when they first met, even including a photo, and he was simply 100% sure she was the one. Clearly he was right! As adults we've never lived near each other, so times together have been rare, vacation or business travel, family reunions, or an occasional summer overlapping at the lake in MT. The paths our lives took were different in many ways, and I so wish I could look forward to talking to him sometime about the things we've learned. Last fall Dave emailed me a special 500th anniversary Reformation celebration video, which was wonderful with all the best hymns, and also a video of his son Bil and family performing musically and with Bil preaching. I was so struck how Bil's voice sounds just like his Grandpa, my Uncle Bill, the first Pastor Hood. The last time I saw Dave was in 2016 when he and Margaret were in southern CA visiting Bil and family. My daughter Leah, who also lives in southern CA, and I had lunch with Dave and Margaret. It was a sweet feeling to see them and be together for a little while. When my dad, Dave's Uncle Doc, died in January 2017, Dave called me. He had wanted to come to Sacramento for the funeral, but at the last minute he was unable to make the trip. We had such a good chat, and I think now how I'd know his voice anywhere. It doesn't seem right that he's not here on this earth with us anymore. I remember so vividly one summer day in Kalispell, MT, when we were probably 10 and 12, and were walking from Great Aunt Myrtle's house to downtown, and as we passed a local funeral home, we imagined what it would be like when our dear Grandma Gilbertson died - - how would we feel, how would it be without her. It was a very serious conversation; fortunately for us, Grandma G lived until Dave and I were in our 30s, but she did pass away on Dave's birthday, July 27. And now as I write this on Christmas Day evening 2020, it is long past those days, and I am having to say goodbye to my cousin, friend, "big brother" Dave, another precious member of our wonderful extended family. He will be so missed and his memory cherished by his dear family - - Margaret, Bil, Jamie, Diane, Kathy, and all the in laws, nieces, nephews, and grandchildren - - and by all who knew, loved, and appreciated Dave and his many talents. May God bless and keep you Dave, and bring you home.

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Robert Matthews published a tribute .

He was the real deal. Always supported me and made me feel appreciated. A great role model as a man and a dad.
Looking forward to spending eternity with him.

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Frances Iverson published a tribute .

We have been blessed over many years to have known Dave and Margaret.
Herb, of course, has fond memories of Dave as a playmate in Kalispell when Olive, Bill and the family would visit the Iversons.
I remember Dave as a source of interesting perspectives and Godly wisdom. His candor could catch one by surprise, but since we had similar beliefs, we enjoyed discussing various topics and experiences.
As guests over many summers, we had times reminiscing and enjoying wonderful meals prepared by Margaret. We will be forever grateful for those visits.
Family was a priority and Dave picked up the role that his uncle Everett Gilbertson had of keeping in touch with those spread out over the U.S., kind of like the glue to keep everyone in touch.
We were impressed as little by little we learned of famous personal contacts Dave had and interesting projects for which he employed his creative genius. He certainly used his talents in a myriad of ways to further God's Kingdom on earth! For that, and so much more, we give praise and thanks to God for the gift of Dave Hood.
Our love to Margaret, Bil, Jamie and their families.
Frances, Herb, Esther and Grace

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Scott Lee published a tribute .

Thank you Dave for your leadership, patience, guidance, and your friendship. We're heartbroken and sad to hear of your passing. However, we thank Jesus for your love for Him. Our hope is we will worship together soon.
My dad wanted to say thank you for all that you did for him. I once asked my dad why he's so insistent on getting together with Dave whenever he's home in Seattle. He replied, "Dave has done so much for our family. You have no idea how much he's helped our family." My dad never goes into details, but I know that he's grateful for Dave's friendship. He is praying for Margaret, Bill and Jaime. He regrets he couldn't attend the zoom memorial.
We praise God for Dave!

Moo, Hae, Kwon, Scott, and Steve Lee

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Phil Rue published a tribute .

Too many fun, crazy memories from our early years, which I'll share randomly. I was privileged to live with the Hoods our senior year at Augustana Academy through that summer, then Dave and I roomed together off and on until he and Margaret decided to room together--for life. In high school, waking up the night before our big Canton HS game with Dave (our center), in his sleep, ready to hike my foot! After lights out in the dorm, Dave sneaking to the lounge, grabbing the TV and bringing it to our room, using the window screen as an antenna! Driving home from LBI, on the highway in MT, Dave gesticulating with both hands (should have been on the wheel), looking at me (not on the road!) while enthusiastically talking about heaven...while I was praying that we weren't going to pay a visit right then. Listening to yet another story of how Dave had slipped back stage to a Harry Belafonte concert (or some such celebrity), acting like he belonged, and even having a conversation with the star! How could he keep doing that?! Drawing people in cartoon at the Seattle Center to pay the rent. And back to the summer after graduation from HS: being aware of Dave sneaking into the room late at night; listening to him toss and turn; watching him get up, go down the hall into his parents' bedroom. His talk was muffled, but his mother's was not: "No, Dave...you didn't!" He couldn't sleep until he confessed. With him at Waldorf College when he received a letter from Margaret telling him she was seeing someone else!! He stewed for a while, then packed up to head for Seattle. He was NOT going to let her get away. The rest is history. His family was my family, Bill and Olive took me in like a son, Diane and Kathy tolerated me, Dave was like a brother--they were full of love and grace. I am deeply grateful for our friendship. Dave gave of his talents and time in two of the congregations I served, designing the logo for Family of Grace in Auburn and creating a video for Gloria Dei in Olympia. His last outing with us: creating the video of the wedding of our son, Dana & Ingrid--a special keepsake. Thanks, Dave, for the gift of yourself, freely given.

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Diane Titch published a tribute .

Dave was the kind of big brother that everyone wanted and envied. Even though there were seven years difference in our age, he enjoyed including me in many of his activities. I don’t ever remember being purposely excluded because I was a girl and younger. He was always interested in sports and adventurous activities; and I was the beneficiary of his knowledge and a stand-in for the younger brother he never had.

As a little girl, I was puny. But thanks to Dave, I developed lots of muscles within my petite frame. He never walked by me that he didn’t punch me in my arm or walk through a doorway that he didn’t jump high to touch the top door frame with his hand. I emulated him in both of these activities … playfully hitting him in the arm and yes, often jumping high enough to touch the door frame. Dave eagerly taught me how to hold a bat, hit a ball, pitch, catch, and run … just like a boy. I’ll never forget beating the fastest boy, Tommy, in the 4th grade class during a recess race. Even though I enjoyed being a girl – I was also a tomboy. Although girls didn’t play basketball or football in my era, Dave made sure that I knew and understood all the rules, positions, and plays of a variety of sports. As a result, we enjoyed watching many pro-sport games together. Because I was an interested and willing participant, we went to many games together and he even let me take pictures with him once on the sidelines of a Sonics game.

Dave was a creative genius … but my brain worked in a concrete, linear way. Many times, I wish I could have better understood what he was describing and envisioning. Dave was also an evangelist. Maybe not in the typical sense, but the underlying goal in all of his creative projects and activities was to bring individuals into a relationship with the creator and king of the universe – Jesus Christ.

And lastly, as the best big brother, Dave was always extraordinarily generous. His perceptive and sensitive heart always understood the needs of other people; and his big-heartedness was often done in secret and anonymously. Thanks Dave, for so many good memories and your generous heart.

Love,
Your sister,
Diane

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Bil Hood published a tribute .

For those of you who were not able to join us for the Zoom Memorial Service, we were able to record it and you can find it in the "Mementos" section at the top of the website. Click on "Mementos" above and then click on the image that has a circle with a triangle in the center. That should open up the video.

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Phil Gilbertson published a tribute .

Dave had boundless energy, a flair for shenanigans, and the sure touch of a star athlete--the ideal match for this scrawny, mild mannered, cautious and unconfident cousin just one year older. I always knew that with Dave, we would be venturing something new or trying to get away with skirting the law of the household. I had heard that my Aunt Olive thought I might temper and train her son to behave like the milder child I was, but all I remember is getting caught on the edges of discipline that he had to face for mutual acts of sinister activity, that could be no more harmless than giving a neighbor dog a haircut or flicking a neighbor girl's skirt to see her panties.

When the Hoods moved to Big Timber, Montana I spent a fair chunk of the summer at their house at around age 12, dropped off on our family's trip home from Flathead Lake Montana. I suppose it was not more than a couple of weeks before I headed back home to Brookings on the Northern Pacific train, but that summer in Big Timber defined my youth for a few years. Dave and I would spend more than one day at his friend's ranch, and it was thrilling: we rode horseback for hours--with sore thighs for days after; we road bikes to the river to explore and fish, often taking with us what became my favorite sandwiches: peanut butter, lettuce, mayo and banana on fresh white bread. Dave was naturally athletic, so he kept me challenged, a kid who never survived team sports. We learned how to cuss by following the older boys around on our bikes in that little town at dusk.

Other summers Bill would take us on a camping/fishing trip to Glacier Park. I remember my Dad and I setting up our primitive boxy canvas tent on Kintla Lake, way up in the remote northwest corner of the Park. Bill and Dave had a bear nosing around their tent in the middle of the night so didn't get much sleep. We even brought the cabin boat and motor, but I don't recall how we got my Dad Everett and two uncles Bill and Roy, along with assorted kids, into that little 14-footer! We must have taken turns. I remember uncle Roy saying he always caught the rainbows at Kintla--or was it the bull trout-- if he chewed snuff tobacco while trolling--spitting that brown goop in the water brought the trout his way.

Even more important were our overlapping days at the family cabin on Flathead Lake near Glacier Park. Dave would always take the lead on pranks or other mischief. A favorite hangout was the outhouse (no indoor plumbing in those days). We called it the Green House . . . the color Dad and others painted it, not because we gardened there. Sometime after Dave and I had built a lean-to wood and cardboard hut, our clubhouse, right behind the outhouse, he brought a hand auger to drill a peak hole through the rear wall of the outhouse. I don't remember having any informative views before the mothers of the inhouse made sure we nailed it closed.

Dave and I had our first romances one summer across Hughes Bay. Dave of course took the lead, but I don't recall how we met the two of them, staying at a relatives cabin across Hughes Bay. What I recall is that we decided to swim from our dock over to theirs--it must have been over half a mile. The reward was my first kiss.

Now I am sure Dave could regale you with many stories of our youth, but stretchier--Dave was never one to downplay the drama of life, nor discount the opportunities any story offered. He was bold in word and deed. He was a bit careless with risk and on details. We complemented each other, indeed, but I can tell you that Aunt Olive must have been disappointed that her nephew didn't lead Dave to a more safe and sane childhood. Quite the opposite: Dave took my hesitant, self-questioning self and brought me to the front line of his balancing acts, his caution-to-the-winds gusto for life, his taking chances, for making that kiss with life happen.

Whenever we met over the last several decades, I knew I could count on Dave to delight us with stories of his creative work in a wide range of endeavors, though most were tied in some way to his fervent Christian faith. From producing all the media for the national biennial Lutheran youth gatherings for years, to off-beat greeting cards, to filming in Israel, to packaging Christian evangelism with professional sports stars, he was always ahead of the field. I am sure it was a bumpy road for the family, but he hit home runs and grand slams time and again, even if he never was paid for the dependable inventiveness he surely deserved.

So our reunions were always special for me: they brought forward those childhood days of play together that made me a more confident and daring person, they inspired me with his endless stories of remarkable inventiveness, despite the failures and dead-ends that accumulated. Dave seemed never to be discouraged, always ready to pick himself up and head out for a new adventure. He filled me with hope as a beacon of human creativity to overcome any obstacle--seen especially in his later years when he suffered serious injury and illness, striving to take on one more project. What a wondrous life he led. Aunt Olive, bless her heart, thought I might be able to tame cousin Dave. Fortunately, for our family and for the world, his wild holy spirit survived and thrived, and through him I carried forward from childhood a thin bright streak of Dave in my life and work, and for that I am eternally grateful. Thank you Dave--so filled with the Spirit--for being you.

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Kathy published a tribute .

Dave was a very caring and giving person to my brother. He and Margaret gave Ken rides, encouraged him, took him out to eat , spent time on the phone with him and Dave was the last one to bring food to him not long before the Lord took Ken home about 6 months ago. May God bless Margaret and the family and give them comfort and peace as they go through grieving the loss of such a great guy.

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Mark Cutshall published a tribute .

I was so grateful to be with Dave a month or so before he passed away. HIs gifts for design and photgraphy were a given. Yet, that morning as we were working together on MIssionFest I came to see Dave's heart in a new way. That morning I saw and felt the heart of a pastor, who loved everyday friends and followers of Jesus. I remember one story that came so effortless to him,

It was about an elderly woman he encouraged to give of her treatsure and support a small project at his church in West Seattle. Dave didn't shy away from an idea he believed iin. He believed, he knew, this dear woman could make a differenece for their church and thus support God's work this side of heaven. And so he asked her if she would give to a certain work, and she did. It was so clear how, inside a single conversation, he was inviting someone to freely give to extend the Lords work.

When it came to graphic design, Dave was always not about imitating, but rather creating. He named his company, Genesis One, in honor of his Creator God.

"And God saw everything that he had made, and behold, it was very good (Genesis 1:31).

What Dave envisioned, shaped, and brought to life on paper, video, and the worldwide web remains a living testament to God who surely delighted in Dave's many creations which were very, very good.

Dave's ingenuity won over many satisfied clients, yet Dave never wanted his creativity to outrun and overshaddow the One who created him.

I came to know Dave in his involvement with Pro Athletes Outreach. Dave had a passion for helping Chrstian athletes tell their changed-life stories of faith. He's brought to life hundreds of testimonies on the website TheGoal.com.

One example is the story of Green Bay Packer wide receiver Carroll Dale. One day Dave asked me to contact Carroll and capture his testimony in writing What a joy that was--to talk to Dave and get in touch with Carroll.

What made Carroll's story unique is that Coach Vince Lombardi knew that his wide receiver knew all about Jesus. So one day, in the locker room after a game, Lombadi asked Carroll about that verse in the Bible that had to do with running and victory. Carrooll obliged and shared with his coach and fellow teammates the words of 1 Corinthians 9:2, "Run in such a way that you may win." These words were eventually etched on the inside band of the Packers' second Super Bowl ring. Dave's simple act to put me in touch with Carrroll Dale was all about his unabashed desire and willingness and initiative to serve the Lord creativvely and effectively.

Dave once told a friend that he wanted to title his biography, "My Father's Eyes." For Dave, it was a creative double entendre honoring his earlthy father and his Heavenly Father. I can see teh look in Dave's eyes even now. I'm looking forward to seeing him someday. Thank you, Dave, for the sweet, unforced and Spirited ways you loved me and so many, many others.

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Sheri Noble published a tribute .

Simply put I loved Dave Hood like he was my own father. I will miss him dearly. Sheri Noble

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Steven Henke published a tribute .

Dave, We value the opportunity God provided for us in knowing you as our friend. You were a blessing throughout your life to many many people. You are greatly missed. We can say with absolute confidence given to us in Christ Jesus that we will one day see you again in the awesome presence of our Lord and Saviour. John 3:16 - 17, "For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through Him." - The Henke Family

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Scott Heiland published a tribute .

In recent years I haven't been in contact much with Dave, but he was a major adult figure in my teenage years. He was a great man that will be missed by many and my prayers to the Hood family during this trying time. He will be missed and was taken too soon, but I do Iook forward to seeing him again one day. Scott Heiland

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Ed published a tribute .

Dave definetly will be missed. My sincere condolences, positive thoughts and prayers and love to all the family. Thank you for letting me be a part of your family.

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Dick And Barb Koppe published a tribute .

Thank you for being such a wonderful part of our lives. A wonderful father-in-law to our daughter and great grandfather to our shared grandchildren. And of course the Husky, Cougar games.

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Janette Mattoon published a tribute .

We were blessed to spend many Easters with the Hood family! My children’s favorite Easter memories are with Dave and Margaret and Bil hunting eggs because visitors got to hunt. He made my children feel welcome and included. We are so sad for your loss and wish you Grandma Hood comfort during this time.

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Ron Coder published a tribute .

Even though I have been gone from Seattle for almost 20 years I so remember times with Dave as we worked through ministry opportunities, computer issues(of mine!!!) and talking about football. My prayer is that the Lord protects Margaret and gives her peace and comfort going forward. Thank you Bill for your help a few times I think from afar as I had moved away but you and your dad sure helped me out!! God Bless!!

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Julie published a tribute .

This is hard. Our family is passing away. No reason for Dave but let’s hope we can understand in some way. For those who are sad, those who question, we must celebrate his life. Take care everyone and sooner or later you will not cry for him but you will smile. My Montana soul is with EVERYONE

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Kathy Buffington published a tribute .

Probably taken before our dad got to meet his firstborn,David. Dad was on a ship, out in the Pacific during WWII.

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Eunice Stime published a tribute .

Patience.
The Dave Hood I knew can be described with this word.
I knew him through my brothers and respected their choice in friendships.
When Hurricane Katrina hit in 2005, and with the help of family, we began constructing a way to help and learn about disasters. Dave patiently listened to our story and became RenegAID's image developer. Then he patiently saw us through the conversion to a diy organization model.
My thoughts and prayers are with his family.

Eunice Stime
On behalf of the Initial, Past and Present Board
RenegAID.org

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Erik Bell published a tribute .

I have such fond memories of the Hood's West Seattle homestead growing up and using Dave & Margaret's basement as my home base for a good chunk of my childhood...much fonder than their memories of me hanging out in their basement I'm sure ;)

The Hoods consistently hosted a throng of high school and college-aged boys at their home and let us raid their pantry and fridge and I can't even hazard a guess at the funds it took to keep us all fed.

Dave was ever-present at our sporting and school events and of course the resident photographer and designer for all things needed at the school; from the SLHS logo painted on the basketball court to much of the collateral for the school and church that kept them operational and looking professional.

I was always impressed growing up (maybe envious is the word) of all the cool things my friend Bil got to do associated with his Dad's work. Commercial photoshoots, Seahawks field passes, concerts, and one of the favorites I was invited to... the World Table Tennis Championship tour that came through the Mountaineers Club :)

Dave was an early adopter of the home computer for his professional work and I remember him letting me use their very first Mac to lay out an English project I was working on in high school. I can vividly remember asking him all sorts of questions about it in their little computer nook on their landing. Dave was always very generous to me with his time and expertise in design and photography and was really the only figure in my sphere I knew of in graphic design when I went to the UW and decided to major in it myself.

I had the pleasure of partnering up with Dave, Bil, and Jamie on projects over the years when they put together the Lutheran Youth Conventions and other design projects at Genesis One.

The audible stamp that comes to mind when I think of Dave was his big, infectious laugh and how once he got going it was probably going to end in an out-of-control coughing fit as his laugh overtook him.

It's been a number of years since I last ran into Dave as our families haven't overlapped as much as they used to, but I'll forever be grateful for Dave and Margaret's love and support in my life. I'm very blessed to have had that connection with them.

Here's a picture of the type of event excitement that the Hoods always seemed to have going on growing up, a road trip and free tickets to a Cav's game in Portland to say hi to their cousin (Kyrie Irving). Photo by Dave Hood.

Love ya Dave,
Rest in Peace

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Diana Mcmullen published a tribute .

My memories go way back when I was young, Dave and Margaret were friends of my parents Norman and Ursula Hines. You were a virtual part of our congregation and to the day god called you home you still were. My family will miss you and we will keep Margaret in our prayers for continued peace and comfort.

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Bil Hood published a tribute .

The family would invite you to take a look at the last project that dad worked on. It was the Scatter 2020, International Interactive Conference for Missions Fest Seattle. We want to thank Mission Fest for their thoughtful dedication at the top of the website.

www.scatter2020.com

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Paul Gilbertson published a tribute .

Dave Hood Tribute


‘Twas during the 1986 Gilbertson/Hood family reunion on the shore of Flathead Lake that Dave Hood engaged his cousins, brothers Bruce and Paul Gilbertson, in a spirited conversation about all things NBA (National Basketball Association) related. For you see, Dave was the team photographer for the NBA Seattle Supersonics and had countless stories to share of his experiences. What made this conversation even more intriguing to the two brothers was that Sacramento had obtained an NBA franchise the year prior in 1985, which was where they both resided. Bruce and Paul endeavored to attend as many home Sacramento Kings games as possible, which included divisional battles with the Seattle Supersonics each season. Dave offered that he counted numerous NBA players among his personal friends, including Jack Sikma. Thee Jack Sikma! Holy cow….seven-time NBA All-Star and Center for the 1979 NBA champion Seattle Supersonics! The basketball discussion continued with Dave suggesting that his two cousins may have an opportunity to meet Jack after the conclusion of a game in Sacramento, and that he would facilitate that meeting.

And so it was in the Fall of 1986 that the two brothers attended a Kings vs. Supersonics game in Sacramento’s original stadium. As the game ended, Bruce and Paul traversed to the exit where visiting players departed to their charter bus. After a few minutes of observing other Supersonics players and coaches exit the stadium and board the bus, they quickly spotted the 6’11” Sikma with his long blond hair headed their direction. Without hesitation they shouted, “Hey Jack, we’re Dave Hood’s cousins”. He stopped in his tracks and approached them with a broad smile. Jack spent 5+ minutes talking with the brothers about basketball and his affection for cousin Dave. And then he was off to catch the bus to the airport.

This is but a small example of how cousin Dave Hood enhanced the lives of those he touched, including his cousin brothers Bruce and Paul.

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John Lee published a tribute .

Dave helped the ministry of Joyous Celebration in countless ways. He was a stalwart and insightful elder at saint Paul’s. of Shorewood, and a personal encourager of me. When we had time to visit, just the two of us, he was either humorous, or thoughtful, or a good listener, or else combining all of those at the same time. God’s blessings to you Margaret, Bil, & Jamie..

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