Birth date: Oct 4, 1952 Death date: Feb 14, 2018
David Andrew Hairston, known to friends as “Dave,” passed away on Valentine’s Day, February 14, 2018. He was born to Dorothy A. Stover (Doby) and John W. Hairston, (J.W.) in Washington, DC. A native of Washington, DC he received Read Obituary
I love you Dad
I love you Dad, and your u will greatly missed this your baby girl Bri, your twin. Words can't express how heavy my heart is And have not even allowed myself to grieve but just know I love you. Always Brianna your most beautiful daughter
I have nothing but good memories of cousin David. I met him at in 1997 when great grandmother Isabella Hairston passed. He invited me to visit and meet my D.C. family. When I had done so I was well taken cared of and had a great time. I was a Master Barber too and he allowed me to service a few of hia clients…I really wanted to impress him and hoped I had done so. We had so much in common besides being Barbers and family, we would enjoy listening to jazz records to. In fact my this was whem I learned about him going to California and forming a band with my Uncle Andrew Craig (Doris Hairtson-Batise, eldest).Mann…I love David and hope when the Lord comes at resurrect his Saints that David and I can be reunited in Heaven and enjoy more good times.My condolences to the immediate family…you cousins in California, Tennessee and Georgia send our love.
I pray you strength Lo. You did so good by David God Bless you,I love you cuz.
Dee I am so so sorry to hear about your brother my prayers are with you and your family. May God be with you. All my love. ??????????????
My big strong and fiercely protective Dad passed on Valentines Day at 12:19AM. I miss him so much. He will always be with me and apart of me. He fought a good fight. When I last visited him the weekend prior to his passing, he said, at one point he was “tired”… I know he is in a better place, I know I will see him again, I know he loved me so much and was very proud of me. Through his seed he contributed to my stubbornness, my fight, my adult voice and my ability to stand in the independence of who I am and have become. He was far from perfect but… he was MY DADDY! And I must continue to walk this earth not in my feelings, but in the strength of those who have contributed to who I am today. I am not weak, I’m not an orphan, I’m not a widow, I won’t break! I am here, I will be OK, I will survive the loss of you and I will stand… YES! With my shoulders squared and my head held high. For my own sake I will stand… I WILL bless the name of the Lord, even now… as my heart is breaking with pain. Yes… I will… Amen. I love you Daddy.
