Amos David Browning

David was my supervisor when I was employed in the international tax department at U S WEST, Inc.

He became my supervisor upon moving to the Denver area from Hawaii. This was in the 1990 time frame, almost 35 years ago.

Together, we accomplished much including putting together an international organization chart.

Currently, I am a professor at Washington State University, teaching international management. My international experience began so many years ago working in the international tax department.

Rest in peace, David.

All my best,

Diane

I'll miss you, Dave. I have so many fond memories growing up in our neighborhood with you and your family. I can say honestly that I would not be the same person I am today without you. Deb, Sarah, and Chris, I am so sorry. Your husband/father was a kind, generous, and amazing man.

Sarah and I started dating back in 2021, and like most new boyfriends I was nervous to meet her father. I don't know why though, because the man who sat across from me during that first trip to Denver together was kind, welcoming, and funny. Any nervousness I had dissipated quickly- David put me at ease. He had a lightness to which he carried himself that I admired. Over subsequent trips we cooked meals, drank scotch, and smoked cigars. A lot of those admittedly while in the hot tub. Our conversations grew from surface-level to personal, and I was fortunate to learn a great deal about the multilingual accountant in front of me. He seemed nostalgic about the past, but content with the present. And I can see why- he led a life filled with adventure and travel, but was happy to now be surrounded by a loving family and a damn good fireplace. I just wish that he was still here to ruminate with Sarah and I about our adventures and eventual family as well, all while over a nice glass of scotch. You'll be missed, David.

David was our backdoor neighbor for 28 years. We have celebrated each of our children’s graduations, engagements, marriages, and the birth of their children. The Brownings are family. Through the years, we shared many a meal together. David was what I called an appreciative eater. No matter what I cooked, what I baked, there was no question that he was savoring every bite. And he would come up with the funniest, clever comments throughout. Dinner with Deb and David was always entertaining. Being neighbors, we had many impromptu meetings over the fence (and often at Safeway), and he was always genuinely happy to see you. David was such a kind, gentle and loving man and we will miss him dearly.

My wife, Lori, and I first met David and Deb when we moved from Las Vegas to Littleton in 1996. Their home is right across the fence from ours so we have enjoyed spending 28 years sharing a close friendship with them and their wonderful kids. We have watched our kids grow up together, often playing what they called “night games” with several other kids in the neighborhood. They had a blast and we enjoyed watching them play together. We also spent many nights sharing sushi and sake. Dave really loved sushi! The meal was always filled with ooohs, ahhhs and mmms coming mostly from Dave. He was always such a kind and gentle man but he was also very witty and very funny! We loved spending time with him. One of my favorite memories was traveling to Amsterdam with him and Deb. Dave knew how to enjoy life! He relished good friends, good food and good drinks and we did all of that and much more in Amsterdam. Our return to Denver was quite exciting, arriving at the airport just before the flight was due to take off (we will assign no blame for that - we’ll call it a calendar issue). Thanks to Dave’s frequent flier status with United, they rushed us through security, and helped us race to the gate clearing people out of our way. We got on the plane as they closed the door behind us having held it open so we could make the flight. They bent every rule beyond recognition for Dave. He had what we in Vegas called “juice”.
We have so many wonderful memories of Dave. But the one thing I will miss most - hearing Dave out back mowing his lawn and walking over to hang out with him. I miss you, Dave!

I first met my Uncle David when I was 18 yo. I had to leave Okinawa a month before my dad retired. David and my Aunt Debbie agreed to let me stay with them(and Maggie) in Hawaii, until I could meet my parents in the states. I can’t imagine his first impression of me. Mullet, earrings and a questionable character, to say the least. They let me stay anyway. Years later, they had moved to Colorado and once again let me stay with them when I also moved to Colorado with my job. They even lent me $2000 to put down on a new car after I wrecked mine. He didn’t really know me but still had the compassion to help me out when I needed it. I’m really going to miss your stories and your sense of humor during the holidays and family meals at my parents house. Thank you for all you did, the advice and the memories I get to have with you. You are missed already. Rest in Peace Uncle David. I love you.

David became the soulmate of my cousin Debbie. They were often gracious hosts to the Noel family gathering for Debbie”s Aunt Ila Mae Noel Larson Olstad.. Debbie”s cousin Marie and her husband Dean had a couple trips to Colorado and got to catch up with each others married life and growing family. So much fun to get to know David.
Our last visit with David was at Chris and Sam”s wedding. He was a fabulous host and such a proud father at that gathering.
Aunt Ila Mae and your cousins send hugs and love to Deb and her family.
David you were loved and the memories you left behind remain in our hearts.

Arleen & I met Dave & Deb when we moved across the street from them in Ken Caryl in 1993. I always enjoyed speaking with Dave about his entrepreneurial pursuit, and more importantly his extensive knowledge about international tax matters. He graciously & selflessly gave me advice for a small startup I was involved in with an international footprint. Besides being a really nice person, I always enjoyed his dry sense of humor & perspectives. I thought about him often, and was glad I saw him occasionally, but often commented to our mutual friends that I wish we got together more often. In short, he was one of the good ones, and will be missed!

Rest in peace, Dave!

I am so sorry to hear about David! We went to school together while growing up in Benson. He was always one of the nicest boys and so kind. I ran into him after college and he told me a funny story about a prank he had played while flying (I was a flt attend). He had me in hysterics! He was funny! May you have the peace, comfort and joy of having him in your life.
Gail Jinks

I find it incredibly difficult to write about David. Having chatted with him days before his operation, it never entered my mind that this time would be different. I was not prepared for the news.
I met David in Hawaii while working at the Kahala Hilton; among my perks was the access to the private tennis club of the hotel where David, Don Elliot and I played there under the guidance of the local tennis pro Bob Cummings
Afterwords we ate at a tiny French restaurant where we had to bring our own wine. However the food was truly authentic!
Years later we all moved out of Hawaii which gave me the pleasure of entertaining David in Paris, in Sint-Maarten and finally here in Maryland (where we ate crabs!)
David my wife Eleanor and I are praying for the peaceful rest of your soul

I remember spending nights over at the house and having amazing late night hot tub conversations with David and will never forget some of the amazing stories he shared. I will really miss you David.

Love Eric

David was a childhood friend and being a bit older, he was like an older brother. This was depicted on one of our trips to San Augustine beach in Mexico where he had brought his scuba gear. I was an avid snorkeler (about 14 at the time) so the prospect of having contained air was exciting and I asked him if I could borrow his tanks. He was busy sharing the beach with a friend who also came on this trip, so he said sure. I had never used scuba so I asked what I needed to know. He said, just keep breathing! Fortunately it was a great first experience and I will always be grateful.
We shared many wonderful times at theme and masquerade parties at house in Benson growing up. I recall him being a pirate with a wooden leg on one occasion. He had strapped his leg behind him and kept it so for several hours. He would always go the extra mile to research the authentic deal.
David was kind, funny, interested in travel and humanity. He was always giving an enthusiastic update on his family. He was a very special friend and will be greatly missed.

David and I worked together off and on for several years as our careers diverged then came together again. Most of all, he was a great friend to me, never mean-spirited or unkind and always full of good humor.
I also heard stories about the wild boar hunting in Hawaii (see below) and we used apicture of him with his kill (knife between his teeth as I recall) as an introduction of our team to new management at CenturyLink in Louisiana.
I've recounted my favorite story more than once which was about a friend David was visiting at his (mobile?) home in Arizona when a jumping mouse got caught in the range hood. David and his friend thought that turning on the fan would help get the mouse to jump out I guess, but the result was, instead, fantastically and hysterically awful in David's telling - gore everywhere. Well, he told it better than I ever could.
Though I've not seen or spoken to David for some time, he left a positive memory to my life's journey. So sad to hear of his passing. He loved his family and surely will be missed. Condolences.

I have never entered Sarah's house from any door but the backyard door, and everytime I went to see my best friend I would be greeted by Mr. Browning, standing there in the little corner behind the counter where the stove is in the kitchen. I always felt like he had a knowing but kind smile- like Sarah and I were about to get up to something usually silly, which we always did. As we've gotten older, we haven't been able to see each other's parents that much, but I recently was lucky to see Mr. Browning at a family function in May and was again reminded of how sweet and supportive he was as we caught up. His quiet kindness is something I'll carry with me. He helped raise my favorite person in the world so I'll always be grateful to him for that! Sending love to all of the Brownings, you know how much i love your whole family <3

David and his families were friends since our dads started at Apache so many years ago. So many great memories. Listening to practice of the band in the basement, hiking to Happy Valley falls to slide from pool to pool, camping at San Augustine in Mexico, catching up in Hawaii and Littleton. The last time was a beautiful reunion in Benson with Jonathon and his wife N’a, with Alain- the years melted away as time had stopped. One particular memory was of a New Year’s Eve. Mom always had a themed party in dad’s garage and the Brownings came in great attire. David was a pirate with one leg and had tied the other one against his thigh. Looked amazing but he said after he had problems walking for awhile! Condolences to his family who meant the world to him.

David and I were lifelong close friends, from toddlers to high school grads in the San Pedro Valley of Arizona. We went to Sunday School together. We were in Boy Scouts together; our troop's summer trip to South Padre Island before it got developed is a great memory. We played together in a rock band -- covering Creedence and the Rolling Stones among others (Dave's brother Jon was the heart, soul and brains of the operation). Rest in peace my friend and the best to your family.

I’m having a hard time with David’s passing. I was David’s admin for several years. He was a good boss and fun to work with. He loved his family dearly and was very proud of you. May God comfort you during this difficult time. Rest in Peace David.

Dave shared many childhood memories of his up bring in the house across from Apache Park. He always like the front bedroom where he grew up.We never rexplored the man cave attic,to see about the snow chain ladder,used as a quick escape,decades ago.Dave's wit and humor will be sadly missed. He had a kind soul.RIP

We shared a backyard fence with the Brownings for 10 years. Dave was among the first to welcome our East-coast family to the North Ranch—always with a smile and a helping hand. Although we moved away some years ago, we reconnected some time later and reminisced about some great—and very cool—dad/daughter experiences including several Indian Princesses events and the DU black-tie ice show. We were not very good—Sarah and Karlee needed to keep us upright! But we looked good! I also remember Dave’s magic “goo”. It actually helped heal a broken branch on our fruit tree. Not too sure what was in that concoction. A wonderful neighbor, husband, and father. I hope your memories of Dave will bring you comfort.

David, we will miss your smiling face as we all walked our dogs; you, in your flip flops!! Harry & Janet

David was the sweetest man I knew. So caring and loving to everyone around him. So positive and enjoying life to the fullest. I have spend 6 weeks with David and his family and still think about that special time very frequently. You all gave me an amazing experience at your home. David, our drives to the train, so I could get to school and the talks we had then have been so valuable. You also always knew when I felt a bit homesick and how to turn my spirit around. You and your family made my sweet 16 a birthday to never forget.
You will be terribly missed, will be always remembered and will live on in so many hearts, also deeply in mine.

I’m so sorry to hear of your loss. We had some good times sharing our backyards as the kids grew up in KC. I will always remember Dave at my back door when he would get the kids always ready with a funny story - always smiling and sometimes with a drink in his hands that he was always willing to share - sending prayers to you all

I am blessed to have known David. A man of humor, integrity, patience, thorough knowledgeable and unbelievably sweet. We got to know each other via work on an acquisition for which he had to spend a lot of time in Amsterdam. Besides the work we made that always also an enjoyable time. There are a couple of moments that stand out. I advised him to plan one of his trips around queens day, so that we could participate the celebrations in Amsterdam. He did. And he enjoyed it so much that the next year he planned a vacation around that day and brought Deb and his direct neighbors. We had a great time. Or, when I was with my family in the neighborhood of Denver, he invited us to come by. We stood for a couple of days on the driveway with our camper. And every day we sang loud in harmony “Let’s get loud” of Jennifer Lopez. Unforgettable. When I asked David if my daughter of 16 could spend a while with them to go to English language courses and practice English amongst the Browning family, he didn’t hesitate a second.
Thank you David for all the unforgettable moments, too little, but all so nice.

Love you David, meeting you in 1979 sparked both a personal and business relationship that lasted 45 years. You will be truly missed thank you for everything.

What sad news. David was best man at our wedding in 1989 at the Royal Hawaiin hotel. He was my partner in crime. Loved his humour. Went skiing at colurado springs with him and Deb. Chris interupted our run as he had to be picked up from nursery. Will miss him a lot. RIP David

My world is less with the loss of a good, no, great friend. Our run spanned his being Tax Senior at Touche to hot-shot international expert at Quest to settling into boss of his own realm of select clientele.
A gentle, soft-spoken, understated, polyglot, kitchen Master of enormous intelligence, compassion and kindness. I picture him holding a bullwhip, shot of tequila with a half-burnt stoggie slung out the corner of his lip. I don’t have that photo. I don’t need it. The image is branded on my brain.
Adios my friend. We always had fun.

Dave and I sat across from each other at Navigant for a short period of his overall career. I was a young guy and Dave a veteran - he shared lots of wisdom with me - but he was always a good listener, with great patience for us young "know-it-alls". He'd always offer advice, but never make it feel like a lecture.
What I remember most about Dave was his amazing story telling - mostly about his days in Hawaii. He told me he met his wife there and she said she wouldn't marry him unless he agreed to move back to the mainland (we know how that turned out). He'd tell me about his great adventures spear fishing in deep water, spearing fish and seeing huge sharks circling around him.
But his greatest story (which I have retold many many times) was on his initiation to being a "native" Hawaiian. Dave was invited to go hog hunting in the jungle - which is not common for non-natives to be invited to. Dave was excited to go - and asked his native buddy what to wear. His friend said "wear a sweatshirt with a hood". Dave, thinking this was odd, since he'd be hiking in the jungle in extreme heat and humidity didn't question his friend, he just wore a hoodie. A small group were hiking in the woods and they came upon a hog and they gave a knife to Dave and he got his first hog. Dave was pretty pumped up, a little in shock, but happy to be accepted. Now, with a long hike back and having to carry a large pig, Dave was exhausted as the adrenaline started wearing off. He was completely sweating in the hoodie, and started taking it off. The guys told him not to take it off - and Dave was confused - there was no way he was going to help carry a pig in that sweatshirt. A little confused, Dave asks "why?" One of them yells out "so when you carry the pig with the legs on each shoulder you don't get TICKS down your neck!"
That story always made me laugh, and I'm not even sure of the validity of it, but Dave and I always had the "ticks down your neck" chuckle.
This story reminds me of Dave - he was a tax nerd at heart (I too was a fellow tax nerd, so I can call him that), but there was just so much more to him than that - he had such knowledge, such a kind heart, experienced adventures like we all dreamed we could have. He was kind of like that hoodie - just a plain old tax guy, but there was the hidden meaning of that hoodie. Dave had a lot of amazing stories hidden inside - thank you for sharing them with me for a short time.
Hey Dave, I hope you keep the TICKS off your neck! Rest in Peace bud, I'll look you up on the other side!

RIP my good Middle School friend; band, basketball, Boy Scouts and Spanish Class trip to Mexico. You and your family were such class acts. Glad we kept in touch. Now I have to take care of MacKenzie by myself, Always, Eric

I had the honor to work with David on a number of international projects and was always impressed by his ability and integrity. He was a joy to work with. He will be missed.

I worked with Dave for a few years! Great man. I still use his recommendation letter to this day. RIP sir.

I was so sad to hear of David’s passing. Even though I haven’t seen the family in a number of years, our last visit has stayed in my heart as well as my kids. My condolences to the entire family. I know he will be missed dearly. God Bless.

My condolences to David's Family. We went to High School together. We went our separate ways in life but kept in touch through Facebook. RIP fellow classmate.

My deepest condolences to Deb, Chris, and Sarah. I have quite a few fond memories of Dave. He helped me shore up the posts on my deck with his special epoxy concoction. I also will always remember being a part of Indian princess with Dave and Sarah along with my daughters.