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| David LeRoy Wilcock was born on March 10, 1978. He was born in Bountiful, Davis, Utah. His mother is Cheryl Lynn Wilcock. He was her first child. What a blessing he was to her. He weighted 7 pounds 9 ounces and was 21 inches long. When he was born his hair looked like someone had put in it pin curls, by the next morning, it was as straight as a stick. During the first few years of his life he lived with his mother in his grandparents home. Then when he was 4 years old his mother married Semisi Tu'aefe Moala. They lived with Cheryl's parents off and on basically most of his growing up years. When David was only 4 years old he was so sick, that the doctors finally took out his tonsils. On the way home from the hospital they were rear ended by a semi truck that had lost its breaks. Grandma Jean had the police call the ambulance to check out David as he had just had surgery. Finding that he was O.K. they continued on home. When David was 3 years old, his Uncle Lee took him to the theater to see Star Wars. All the way there, David would ask him, Uncle Lee, where we going? Lee would tell him, to see a movie, and David would say Oh. Pretty soon, he would ask him all over again. When they got there the first audience was in so they walked around looking at the posters. When the audience was let out, they scared David so bad that he jumped up into his Uncles arms. When the movie began, and the music started to play, Lee said that David's eyes got as big as could be. When they got out of the moview, David wanted to go back in and do it all over again. Another time was when his grandparents and Lee took him to the Salt Lake Fair. Yogi Bear was there. David was probably about 18 months old, and Yogi came over to shake hands with him. Lee said that David let out a ear piercing scream, and never did he see any child get out of a stroller and up his arms so fast. David went with his Uncle Lee and Mom to the swap meet when he was 3 years old and his Uncle bought him his first real cowboy hat, complete with band and feathers. When we left there we went to the boot outlet and he boutght him his first pair of real cowboy boots. He was sure proud of these. When he started to school it was real hard for his mom, she wasn't ready to let go of him yet. But he had gone to preschool and was taught at home, so he knew all his alphabets, letters, colors,, shapes, his address, phone number and how to spell his name. David was 5 years old when his brother, Terence James, was born. Terence was born too early, and only lived for 17 days. But David had gone to the hospital a few times to see his new baby brother, so when he died, David could not comprehend Death, and thought he was sleeping. He asked when Terence was going to wake up so we could bring him home. I had to explain to him that Terence had gone to heaven to live with Heavenly Father, and that someday when it was our turn to die and go live with Heavenly Father, that we would be with Terence again. David had a really hard time understanding and accepting this. He really cried alot over his brother. David had many friends growing up. One of his best friends when he was younger was Eddie. He lived just down the street from us. They would dress up in army clothes, and thought they were all that. One time Eddie's mother caught them smoking in her back yard, and called me. I went down and got David and Holly and brought them both home, and paddled both their little behinds. Ernie and Marla lived with us most of the time, and when they weren't living with us they lived near by, so David, Darlene and Holly basically grew up together. When David was 6 1/2 years old his brother Travis Kimani was born. David would hold him, and feed him, he was so proud of his brother. Then his sister, Tracie Losana Hulu, was born, when he was 8 years old. Again he was so proud of her. David was baptized just 2 days after his sister was born, so I missed it, as I had a c-section and was still in the hospital. I've always regretted missing his baptism. Semisi and David always had an aloft relationship. Sometimes it was good, but most times it was pretty strained. David tried to reach out to Semisi, but there just wasn't much on Semisi's part of trying to reach back. I believe because David was not Semisi's biological son. I know that a lot of Step-parent, step-child relationships are like this, and if anyone is reading this, and finds theirself in this situation, please stop, and find a bond between you. It is so painful and hurtful, especially for the child involved. Life is too short to have all this pain in it. And it is not really necessary. David met another friend after we moved to Caionia that was alife time long friend to him. His name is Lee Ray Lambert. I remember that before we moved to Visalia, we were staying with Semisi's cousin as we had moved out of our house, and one night Lee stayed over with David. We parked our van in the back yard so the boys could sleep in it. Early the next morning, I heard Lee yelling, and I went out to see what was wrong. He said he wasn't ever sleeping with David again. I asked him why, he said that David rolled over and hugged him and kissed him on the ear. When David woke up, we told him and he bust out laughing, he said he must of been dreaming that he was with his girlfriend. David got into plenty of fights when he was growing up. Mostly he tried to hide them from me. But I knew he was not so innocent. He would have his friends over to the house all the time. He attracked people to him. Everyone who knew David were truly friends for life. David was like the leader of the pack. I believe because of his size and also he had a good and faithful personality. People just naturally looked up to him. I think also because he didn't play games, and that made people respect him. David was 6 foot 5 1/2 inches tall and weighed between 200 and 280 pounds at different stages of his life. He was big, but not fat. It was mostly muscle. He had several friends, some of them were Casper, Rodney, Mike, Jason, Ralp to name a few in Visalia, These were his best buddies, and they were always together. David liked to work on cars, a trait he got from his Grandfather Wilcock. His Grandfather taught him a lot, and he loved it. He was always raised around dogs, and when he got older he started to raise American Stafford Shire's, that was his favorite dog. David started to drink at a young age, probably 14 or younger. It was never boring at out house. But he never ever drove a vehicle while drinking. There wasn't anything David wouldn't do for you. He would give you the shirt off of his back to you if you needed it. David's Grandmother Jean died in Visalia when David was 16 years old. It was extremely hard on him, as she was like a mother to him, as we had lived most of David's life with her. He drove our van up to Utah to take his Grandfather to the funeral, as I couldn't go because his brother, Travis had just had major back surgery, and could not make the trip. David was so tore up, he really missed his grandma. He met his wife to be not too long after that. Her brother, Mike was David's friend, and lived in the apartment next door to us. Anyway, David and Iesha got married on 4 April 1996, and soon had a little darling baby daughter, Jasmine Charmaine. She was soon followed by another sister, Cheyenne Jean, and then a few months later came Sierra Falls. When Iesha was pregnant with her next baby, David's Grandfather Wilcock passed away. Again it was extremely hard on David. Grandpa was his best buddy. He loved him sooo much. Again we went to Utah for the funeral. David and Travis were casket bearers at Dad's funeral. We came home, and it wasn't too long before their last child, Loviana Vida was born into their family. David worked Security at different locations, then he landed a job working Security at Sequoia Mall. He then got his friend Lee Lambert on there too. David had signed up for the police academy, but was killed before he could go. He started working undercover security in stores looking for shop lifters. He was also doing bounty hunting. He started working security at the bar in Kingsburg. I thought he had quit that job. But one night, they called and needed him and Mike to work, so David talked Mike into going. And on the way home from work, they were hit by a drunk driver. He crashed into the door on the side of the car that David was sitting on, and David died at the scene of the accident. The person that killed him got sentenced to 4 years in prison, but only spent 16 months there, because in California there is a program called 50 - 50. Which means that for everyday you spend in prison, you get one days credit. I can only leave Joseph Herman England III's fate in God's hands. David is buried in Visalia City Cemetery, Visalia, Tulare, California. We truly love and miss him. He died 27 October 2002. Written by his mother : Cheryl Lynn Wilcock Moala 14 April 2005 |
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| Memories of David LeRoy Wilcock March 10, 1978 - October 27, 2002 Son of Cheryl Lynn Wilcock Step-Son of Semisi Tu'aefe Moala Brother of Terence James, Travis Kimani and Tracie Losana Hulu Moala Husband of Iesha Charmaine Dunn Father of Jasmine Charmaine, Cheyenne Jean, Sierra Falls and Loviana Vida |
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