Brian Mock looked forward to the peace, and quiet of an an unhurried life and getting to know residents in a small picturesque upstate New York village after retirement from serving in the United States Air Force in South Korea.
Brian had been married twice and ended up rearing children that weren’t his and one biological son of his own. He loved and cared for each of the children while making a living in upstate New York. Evidently, he had one outstanding military friend and boss, who always made him feel better about his life when he contacted him even after retiring from the military. His name was David Hurst, whom he routinely Skyped until the latter part of 2014, when routine connections with him had inexplicably become non-existent.
In searching for connections in order to rekindle Brian’s relationship with Dave, he came across Dave’s obituary, which prompted him to call The Harmony United Methodist Church, Preston, Maryland which was mentioned in the obituary as his home church and town. Brian knew that he was on track, because he’d often heard Dave talk about the Church in the little village of Harmony in which he’d grown up. He phoned and talked with June Cox Gehring, the secretary of the church, who provide him with the details of Dave’s death which had occurred on September 9, 2014 in the Philippines. She also gave Brian Dave’s brother’s phone number to call for more information, which he did.
The secretary had given him my phone number, and since I had placed the obituary on line and knew most of the details regarding his death, which had occurred mercifully as a welcome release from painful pancreatic cancer. It was a comfort for Brian and me to talk with one another.
Brian told me how affectionate Dave was in caring for anyone, even animals. He remembered once when Dave’s South Korean wife called to tell him that their dog had eaten some rat poison and was dying. Dave rushed home, and performed mouth to mouth CPR on the dog on their way to the vet hospital, the dog consequently lived. Brian’s story of Dave helped me to understand and appreciate my brother. His whole life seemed to be given to caring for others, even dogs, who might need special help.
I explained to Brian that in Dave’s death, he had been cared for by a Philopino mother and her children, who were living in his Philippine home and a 30 year friend, who lived just two houses from his home. Enquiring, I asked the reason Dave had meant so much to Brian. He responded that in David’s retrirment career from the military he managed a military bowling recreation complex in Seoul Korea, where he encouraged and at times pushed the rules to get Brian connected with the love of his life, bowling. He had even set him up to manage a bowling alley in a nearby military recreation complex, but Brian had to retire from his military service and come back to the states before that arrangement was completed. Currently, since he was in the process of opening his own bowling alley in upper New York state where he now lived, he needed to tell Dave, his close friend and advocate. He said that he always felt that Dave was not only his boss, but a special friend with whom he always appreciated talking. Dave he said, was more like a father to him. Brian needed to talk with Dave and tell him the good news about his pending bowling alley entrepreneurship, so he told me, Dave’s brother.
I told Brian that I had included a chapter about Dave called Wayward, in my book, Living in Harmony an Eastern Shore village redeems discord, and he promptly ordered a copy. I hope that the chapter about my brother Dave, lived up to Brian’s expectations. Dave was wayward in the sense that he wasn’t often back home in the village in which he grew up, but he remained connected for life, death and resurrection with those who were close to him no matter where he was in the world. Thanks for calling me Brian Mock and telling me what a good friend my brother Dave was to you.