| 06.09.09 |
| Soft spot for Christmas Cookies Juergen Zierler |
A man with a sparkle in his eye is certainly an apt characterization of a person that I have known for many years as I was most likely known as the most "safe guy" for Dave to be tooling around. While not always true, in general I think that Mr. Rees took "some" time off his patrol duties when the "safe guy" was present. I think that one can take some solace in that. But between talks of Oktoberfest, automotive "carriages" and geneology, the memory of making the annual German Christmas cookie delivery to the Rees home was always very much anticipated and enjoyed by both of us. My mothers Southern German cookies were something special to Mr. Rees in a way that some of us may not understand fully, but memories of part of his own heritage (a sprinkling of Dressendorfer.....) were brought forth once a year with that most noteworthy "sparkle" shared most enthusiastically for those fleeting moments of culinary holiday tradition enjoyment. I am very thankful that I was able to bring that bit or exitement each holiday season. I will miss not seeing you this holiday season Mr. Rees but hope to still carry on the tradition in your honor with care and remembrance for your family in the future.
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| 06.09.09 |
| Remembering the Rees home Keith Elsner |
I remember meeting Mr and Mrs Rees for the first time back in high school. Mrs Rees was warm and inviting and instantly made me feel welcome. Mr Rees however was not going to be won over that easily, and I had to work a lot harder for him if I was to prove I was worthy of his son's friendship. Eventually I did, and it was a day of personal pride (and a great amount of relief) when I made him laugh for the first time. The feeling you got when you entered their home was of a close and tight knit family: Mrs Rees, the nurturer, providing the love and care that would be the foundation of the family, while Mr Rees used every crime fighting skill and technique at his disposal to reign in the chaos that three active teen age boys will create. It was a shock to our whole family to hear the news of his passing, and for us, it is the passing of an era. We wish you our deepest sympathy and condolence, and I will miss the chance to try to make him laugh one more time.
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| 06.09.09 |
| My Thoughts Jeremy Bishop |
I only met Mr Rees briefly when Dave and I were on our way somewhere and we stopped by the house to swap cars and get the pick-up truck, so my memories are weak at best. But I remember seeing the same mischievous sparkle in his eyes that I recognize in all three of his sons. I can only assume that the fire and drive to face the World head-on that I see in them is a direct result of his personality and genes. Rest in peace, Mr Rees, and know that you've helped build a strong family around you.
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| 06.07.09 |
| Fond Memories Pete Skeggs |
Way back in the dark ages of time (1987?) I flew out to San Diego to visit Dave, who was in his senior year at Wash U. As such, Dave was still living at home at the ol' Huff St. house -- so of course I got to meet Dave's parents -- they were both very nice to me. But I must admit, Mr. Rees's dogs were another matter. When I first went out in the back yard with Dave and his dad, I really wanted one of those thick, full body padded suits! The dogs were of course sweethearts underneath, but Sarge was especially intimidating.
I always felt like hanging out in Vista with Dave and his friends was a blast -- maybe too much so at times -- but also felt like the watchful and protective eye of Mr. Rees ultimately kept everyone safe. He really cared for his family, and it showed.
Some number of years later, Dave shared with me a little secret about Sarge and his dad. It appears that his dad wanted to breed Sarge with another dog, but Sarge would not cooperate and do his duty. So, taking matters in his own hands, Mr. Rees got the job done -- with a turkey baster. (Hope this story doesn't offend, and that I didn't mess up the details too badly!)
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| 06.05.09 |
| Mr. Rees Joanne Gonzales |
Hi Mrs. Rees:
I've only met you once, but I've known your kids for a long time. You are in my prayers. You and your husband raised such wonderful children and that is such a reflection on what a wonderful household you and your husband provided for them when they were growing up. If my kids grow up to be as strong, down-to-earth and fun-loving as your kids I will be a proud mom as I'm sure you are.
Remember that God is always with you, especially over these next few days and he has provided you with an incredible support system that will help you through it all.
Peace and Blessings,
Joanne (Egan) Gonzales
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| 06.05.09 |
| Officer Rees Ty |
Routine patrol for Officer Rees on any given weekend, 2:14 a.m. Vista California: Unlawful entry of 1955 Chevrolet four door post. Unlawful search of named vehicle, and seizure of evidence implicating suspects of too much teenage fun. Among the typical array of Big Gulp Cups, duct tape, and flashlights, only the keen eyes of Officer Rees could spot the errant bottle cap in the corner of the dashboard, the receipt for the purchase at the drug store wedged in the seat, the ATM slip stamped with the time, date and location under the mat, the lingering scent of perfume& With these clues, Mr. Rees could piece together an entire evening in Pacific Beach to determine exactly what his boys were up to. Although, when it came time to actually implicate the perpetrator(s), with all evidence pointing in the same obvious direction, Mr. Rees would go Scooby Doo and turn to his list of usual suspects to take the fall: the heiress, the carnival owner, the museum night watchman, and of course, the upright bass player/lead singer, the lead singer/actor and gratefully, only occasionally, the drummer. Though he spent a lot of his time trying to determine what kind of trouble his boys were up to, once he found it, he immediately sought a way to get them out. The love and dedication he had for his family will be missed by all who knew him.
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| 06.04.09 |
| In memory of Robert Rees JohnnyAce |
My condolences go out to you and your family, my thoughts and prayers are with all of you.- ja
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