Eulogy for David F. "DH" Nordstrom
Saturday, February 3, 2001
From his sister, Kris Nordstrom McBride
When David was 2 years old, our Father, an accomplished swimmer, already had him in the
water, and soon made me race him to build his strength and competitive drive.
When David was 6 years old, he disappeared from school. After frantically searching the
schoolyard, the principal ran across the street to our apartment. The door was unlocked.
Fearfully, he opened it and there sat David, drinking a coke, eating a sandwich
no crusts on the bread, of course - and watching the TV. David looked up with that
"What???" look on his face I know youve all seen that look
and said to him ITS THE WORLD SERIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When he was 10, our Dad managed a Hotel across from the Astrodome, where the visiting
teams often stayed. David and Mom would drive in from Baytown every weekend to stay with
Dad. David would show them around the Hotel, play gofer for the players, and warm the
bench with them at the games.
Before he could drive, I would pick him up from Hockey Practice, with Scottie in tow,
and take him to the Coliseum to work the Aeros games for his Hockey League. He quickly
worked his way into the hearts of the team, and before long, he was a stick boy.
And the rest, of course, is history. Sports were in his blood, and he learned at
the side of the master, our Dad. He learned lots of other things from him too, and as he
grew older, the resemblance was sometimes nothing short of scary. Wed often shake
our heads, shrug our shoulders
"Hey, H.A.s son" wed say. Dad
taught him to tell a good story, drink strong Vodka, and roll those beautiful baby blues
to charm us all.
There was none that charm worked more effectively on than Phyllis, our Mom.
He got mad at me for some transgression when he was 6 or 7 and turned over every piece
of furniture in the house
I was 12 at the time, and when Mom got home, I got the
lecture for not controlling him --- CONTROL HIM ???????? Control David???? Hello!!
My friends growing up were all struggling musicians and hippies, and when Id come
home late with often true stories of cars breaking down and running out of gas, shed
tear me a new one, sure that I was lying. David would walk in with his same stories,
hed bat those eyes, and tell those tales, and shed some how believe that
somebodys gas gage on their Moms BMW really WAS busted. Hed just smile
and give me THAT LOOK.
Phyllis taught him to cook and he was really quite good and I know weve all
enjoyed many a grilled something at the Lake House but I must say I was always just
a little pleased when hed sneak into another room at a Mims Family gathering
and call me to check just one more time on how to perfect Moms gravy.
He always surrounded himself with people who could teach him. He observed; he never
missed a thing. St Thomas taught him about belonging and unity. The Aeros and The Rockets
taught him about championships and defeat. Dick Vandervoort was his mentor and taught him
to perfect his craft. The Shindlers taught him about fine wines, and Dart taught him
about dark pubs. At 17 Cristy came into his life, and taught him about love as he had
never known it. His brothers and Mack taught him about fatherhood. Nick and Tyler and
Jordann taught him that friendship and loyalties begin at an early age. Sandy taught him
that tears were okay and that mistakes were always forgiven. The list goes on and on. As I
look out upon this sea of faces, I know that each of you brought something to his life.
And, he taught US. I spoke with Ron Vuy on the way here today, and he told me that what
had always impressed him so much about DH was his commitment to whatever he was involved
in. When he was with The Rockets, he WAS The Rockets! He bled yellow and red. He never
forgot a face, and never betrayed a friend.
When David was 8, he was horsing around the pool, doing things he wasnt supposed
to do, and he hit his head and went under. I was at the other end of the pool, and watched
it happening, as if in slow motion. I dove in, raced across that water faster than I knew
possible and pulled him out..Only to discover he was just fine it had all been a
game, a prank, and he was furious with me rescuing him. I wasnt sure what to do next
I was so angry, and so relieved all at the same time, I didnt know whether to
kiss him, or slap him. Little did I know this was a mix of emotions I would feel often the
rest of our lives.
He was no angel in fact, there were times we were sure he was the Devil himself.
BUT HE WAS REAL, and he was an original. And, although his stories might to embellished
and his tales might be tall, his heart was pure and he never, ever meant anyone any harm.
Eleanor Roosevelt once said "Learn from the mistakes of others. You cant
live long enough to make them all yourself " But he sure wanted to try! He loved that
edge, loved the thrill of walking that thin line. He loved working the room, being the
center of attention, and making it all happen. He lived the life of a rock star for many
years, with all the ups and downs that went with the territory. The Hat Parties were
legendary, the middle of the night calls were reality.
But those who knew him as only the Party Boy, really didnt know him at all. He
didnt know how to balance a checkbook when he was a young adult, so he asked me to
teach him. The day he and Cristy became engaged they started working together for their
future. And the day Nicholas came into their lives, he made sure Nicks future was
secure. When dark days struck 3 years ago, and he felt his life was ruined, he rose from
it not without faltering, and not without missteps but rise from it he did
and a wiser man emerged
One who spent more time with his wife, who took his
son to school most days, who coached the kids teams; one who came to understand that those
who loved him loved him for the quality of his soul, not the front row tickets. He gave
special gifts of his spirit to each of our children, and they all have Uncle David stories
as unique as their individual relationships with him. The four of us each tried in our own
ways to protect him and love him, and he often fought us every step of the way but
we knew, WE DID KNOW, that it was all an act.
****David by the way you told us too many Nordstroms were moving to the
Lake and so it was time for you and Cristy to sell. Well good buddy just to make
your day, we want you to know weve all bought plots at Shepard Hill Cemetery!!!! Ya
cant get rid of us Brother!****
A family friend summed up his life so well in a letter to us this week
"We
are completely speechless about David. There is nothing that can be said that can in
anyway lessen the shock and sorrow. But, one thing is for sure he never had to
guess whether he was loved. He was surrounded by it and supported by it. What a gift you
were all able to share with him, and that is something that he has certainly taken with
him because it became a part of who he was". It may surprise you to know that
in his quiet moments, away from the facade and the image, he worried that he wasnt
worthy of that love. He asked me one night, very recently, in one of those late night
confessionals
. What If IM Not Good Enough????????????? I assured him that the
only person in the world who had any doubt about that
was himself. Perhaps he
believes it now, for we all know, only the good die young.
God certainly must have a plan here, although we cant see it. But we must believe
it to be true. So many of you have told us in your calls this week that " Ya know,
the strangest thing happened with DH recently
.." and you have
proceeded to relay stories of special things he has said or done in the last few months
---- Did he somehow know? Did God give him a little tap on the shoulder? We will never
know, but whatever the cause or reason, we are thankful.
Nicholas you are indeed a very lucky boy you have known the love of a
Pappa who knew in his heart you were the very best thing that ever happened to he and your
Momma. Your Pappa is looking down from heaven right now hes there with his
Mommy and Daddy, who have missed him so much and they are all smiling and
they are happy! You can rest assured that they will ALL protect you, and love you and
watch over you. And WE promise you Nick - we will do what Pappa wants WE will all
smile and be happy too.
Cristy he would have never made it without you! You are the love of his life.
You brought out the best in him, and he was a better man for having loved you. You are our
sister, and we will be there for you forever
hed never forgive us
if we werent and we all know hes got a lot of pull now we
wouldnt want to make him mad hed get even , and wed be sorry!
I went to the Lake House yesterday, and theres a quote from Yogi Berra taped on
his refrigerator
I froze when I saw I; it says, "The future isnt what it
used to be". I know that is how we all feel today. But we must take one breath at a
time, and wish him well. We must light the pathway for him. So, I will close with an Irish
Blessing
May Your Day Be Blessed!
May the Road Rise to Meet You!
May the wind be ever at your back.
May the sun shine warmly on your face.
May the rain fall softly upon your shoulders
And until we meet again, little brother
May God Hold You In The Palm of His Hand.
Opening words of Eulogy from Mack
Welcome. Or as DH would say Gnaack.
When Cristy asked me to speak today, I took it as an honor and a huge responsibility to
speak to his many friends that are gathered here today. Then the task began of figuring
out what to say. As the week went on I began asking for advice and help on what to say and
maybe a story or two to tell as I talked to his friends . Well everybody I talked to
seemed to have their own favorite DH story. Like remember the time when DH
no
cant tell that one. Remember the time when
.no, cant tell that one
either.
All kidding aside one dominant theme kept showing up when talking about DH. The
numerous, numerous friendships he developed, the dedication he showed to his friends and
family, his loyalty, his immense pride and of course his zest for living life to its
fullest.
Take our friendship for example. I moved to Houston almost 23 years ago. My college
roommate grew up in Houston and through him one of the first people I met in Houston was
DH. Im basically quiet, reserved and not real outgoing. DH was outgoing, engaging,
and sociable. I moved here from slightly north of the mason-dixon line and DH was a native
Texan and proud of it. Yeah, I think he referred to me then as a Yankee! I was tall and
yes, DH you were short! But in spite of all these contrasts, we became friends and
with DH you had a friend for life.
You really cant talk about DH without talking about his work and his career. He
started out as a teenager selling programs at the old coliseum downtown at Aeros games,
later becoming a stick boy and then an equipment assistant. I remember a few years ago
they had an Aeros reunion here in town and when the players from the original Aeros
gathered in Houston, it was DH they all wanted to see. It wasnt this player or that
player, it was DH.
At the time of the Aeros demise Dick Vandervoort put DH to work with the Rockets. Back
then, the job of equipment manager didnt really exist. DH became the 1st
full time NBA equipment manager, 1st NBA equipment manager to travel on the
road, 1st equipment manager to be voted playoff money. Here was a guy who
obviously never scored a point all season and the players were voting him a full playoff
share and cutting him in on a piece of their playoff money. I think that says volumes
about his value to the players and the job he did.
He was extremely dedicated to his job. I think in the 20 odd years with the Rockets I
can only remember him missing one game and I think that was after he was in an accident
and had almost broken his hip. Well, that night at the game there were four of us there
trying to cover for him and we still couldnt do his job.
The guy never called in sick. I can remember one time early on in his career where
lets say DH went out and did up the town one night. Well, if that was you or me and
the alarm clock went off early the next morning we might have the tendency to call in
sick. Not DH. On that morning Trick shows up at the Summit for practice, unlocks the
locker room and walks into the training room and theres DH with the training table
as his bed. But he didnt miss practice.
DH treated everybody the same. Whether it was the bellman at the hotel helping him load
the teams equipment or the Pattersons or Charlie Thomas for whom he worked.
Whether it was a free agent at training camp that everyone knew didnt have a chance
to make the team or a Moses Malone or an Hakeem Olajuwon. He treated everyone the same.
Although DH was fiercely competitive that was only during the game. Before or after the
game DH couldnt help but display his Texas hospitality and sportsmanship. I remember
one time shortly after Bill Fitch was named coach that he observed DH going out of his way
in making some arrangements or something for a practice for a team that was in town to
play the Rockets. "Dark," he said. "Thats the other team. We have to
play them tomorrow. Youre not supposed to be making them comfortable. Well DH just
didnt know any other way.
DH became quite a legacy throughout the league. He had friends in every organization in
the league, knew everybody that worked at the hotels where they stayed and restaurants
where they ate in every city.
I remember at my rehearsal dinner before I got married. We had a nice sit down dinner
at Raos and I seated DH at a table with a friend I knew through business. We all had
our little placecards at our tables and in a formal setting DH was "David"
Nordstrom. So my friend struck up a conversation with "David" not knowing he was
DH and proceeds to tell David about this guy DH that he had heard me talk about. So after
rambling on about DH this and DH that and all the while DH was leaning back and taking it
all in. He finally leaned forward and asked, "do you know DH?" In reply DH
paused for a moment crossed is arms and leaned back and said, "I am DH."
He was the first one to the Summit on game days and the last one to leave the building
after the game. He always made time for everybody. Whether it was taking time to talk to
the parents of one of his ball boys, handling the many special requests the players had,
making sure the visiting team had everything they needed, arranging for someones
son, or little brother to get player autographs, getting tickets for a friend that wanted
to go to a game or handling the numerous requests for autographed basketballs or
memorabilia for all the charity auctions that relied on DH. He never said no.
And then there were the championships. There was nobody in the organization that was
prouder or wanted a ring more than DH. And both years, after they won and after the parade
and before the trophy would make its way to the trophy case, Rudy T would give the
trophy to DH. "Take it to the people, Horse," he said. And there was nobody
better suited to "take it to the people" than DH.
And 23 years ago, I never dreamed of all the memories wed make. I was there when
he married Cristy. He was there at my wedding. Our wives are now best friends. He was
there when I had kids and I was there when Nick came along. And boy was I proud of what a
great father he was. Spending the summers at the Lake with either Nick hanging at our
house or our kids over at theirs. My kids couldnt wait to get up on Sunday mornings
to run across the street for one of DHs pancake breakfasts.
And to Cristy and especially to you Khabibulin, you have more aunts and uncles and
cousins than I can count and with that being said, the emphasis is still on the quality
not the quantity. And theres this huge extended family that is gathered here today.
And I know for one that I will always be there for you guys.
To borrow a line I saw on TV after the recent OSU tragedy, it was said to honor the
dead by being gracious. I am just one of many that are grateful to have know DH.
Okbye. Gnaack