Name: David Boundy Life Dates: 2/26/1946 - 10/8/2012 City Of Birth: Amarillo, TX History Passed away October 8, 2012. Survived by his wife, Wilhelmina "Willie" (VanDeWetering); children, David (Amy) Boundy, Melanie (Boundy) Tebo; grandchildren, Megan Tebo, Jason Tebo, Noah Boundy, Jonah Boundy, Brady Boundy; brother, John Boundy; nephew, Daniel Rowe; niece, Jennifer Mero; cousins and dear friends. Donations In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the School of the Holy Childhood, 100 Groton Parkway, Rochester, NY 14623 in David's memory. Services Calling hours will be Friday 4-8 PM at the funeral home, 1411 Vintage Lane (between Rte 390 Long Pond Rd). David's memorial service will be celebrated Saturday at 11 AM at the funeral home. Entombment in Holy Sepulchre Cemetery. Additional Information Those fortunate enough to have a friend in David Boundy were always aware of just how lucky they were. Not that David was overly eager to display his loyalty or kindheartedness, but in the small, special things that showed he was a truly reliable person. It's often said, "You don't know what you've got until it's gone", but those who were close with David knew what they had. In few other human beings could you find a man who was as honest and wise as this one. He will surely be missed. The year of 1946 was a tumultuous time. As the world was still in the early recovery phases of the war that spanned its surface for the majority of the previous decade, many things were brought about which would likely affect the life of the just-born David Boundy. Ho Chi Minh was elected the president of North Vietnam, the U.S. was already beginning its struggle for control of nuclear power; a plan which would lay the foundation for the Cold War, and the crimes of war carried out by the Germans were brought to light and handled accordingly. It was in this uncertain and turbulent period of humanity, where we learned just how responsible we are for the betterment of our world, that one of the most responsible men of our era first saw the light of the sun. On February 26 of that very year, David Boundy was born in Amarillo, Texas. His parents were thrilled with the addition of this beautiful baby boy to their family. David was a proper name for him, it was decided - a strong name, for those who were made to overcome the many obstacles so prevalent in this time period. His parents valued these traits after all. Strength, responsibility and reliability were important to the household David grew up in. His mother Ruth and David's father didn't stay in Texas long, preferring instead to settle in Rochester, New York. David's parents worked for Kodak and for the military, and therefore order, loyalty, and responsibility were values that were touted in their household. It's no wonder that David was so drawn to the organization that is sports. David and his brother John grew up happily in Rochester, and attended Gates Chili High School. During his time at Gates Chili, David was very active in high school athletics. He loved to play every sport, excelling at them all, and became a popular baseball figure at the school. He used his influence for good, and instead of giving in to the many pressures of teenage life he chose to coach those kids who weren't nearly as talented as he was, in baseball (his specialty) and just about every other sport. This positive outlet and David's glowing demeanor attracted many girls to him, but there was only one girl who caught David's eye. Her name was Willie, and her and David became inseparable. Coaching and playing sports really appealed to David. He was absorbed by the order and cut-and-dry sense of it all, never mind his raw talent. What attracted him to sports was its reliability. Every game is different, sure, but always within the same boundaries as the one before it. David also discovered that he was an able mentor to the kids he coached, and he enjoyed being able to speak his mind and be listened to. After graduating from Gates Chili, David didn't know what path to travel, and decided to take the route well worn by the feet of his peers. He went to Monroe Community College. He stayed there for two years, earning his Associate's Degree, before he felt that a change was needed. David needed a new team to join. It had been too long since he was a part of one, and he yearned for peer companionship and mutual respect. He looked around and found a perfect match for him: the Rochester Fire Department. Here was a burly and roughneck group of men; all relying upon each other for support in some of the most dangerous circumstances a man can find himself in. David wanted badly to be a part of their team, just as he was a part of his baseball team, just as his father was a part of his country's military. He joined up, and was instantly recognized as a responsible and reliable man to have behind you in danger. When David could be sure he was secure in his position as a fireman, he asked Willie to marry him. It was about time, he fell in love with her and they had been dating for years. She happily agreed and they were married at St. Pius X Church on August 10, in 1968. David and Willie were happy in Rochester. David worked for the Fire Department, and would go on to work with them for 33 more years. He and Willie had two children together in their New York home: David and Melanie. David was a good father. He encouraged his children to be active in sports, and still coached. He was a mentor to many during his life in Rochester, and his brief stationing for the Air Force in California, and in the midst of his orderly life had many hobbies and interests. He loved the Boston Red Sox, and his favorite player Cal Ripken. He also loved to watch military TV and to play softball, coaching the local team, the Rochester Legends. As with most dads of his generation, David could be seen on the links frequently, practicing his drive with the utmost concentration. As he and Willie grew older, they discovered another passion - the World Cup. They watched the cup every year and were enthralled by the vast size of the tournament. "How could these hundred of teams, from all over the world be so organized and yet so convoluted at the same time?" wondered David. Regardless, the fascination turned into a downright fandom, when David and Willie decided to travel with the team and support them from the stands, and not from the TV. David was a reliable and honest man. He liked what he liked, and if he didn't like it, you would hear about it. This quality lent itself to him as his greatest asset, and shaped his life in ways that changed the world for the better. He was relied upon, and respected for his opinion by those older and younger than him, and made him one of the most storied firefighters in Rochester. Many looked up to him and sought his advice, and whether they liked it or not, they got it. One wonders what he would say now, to those mourning his tragic death. Doubtless it would be a pearl of wisdom not soon forgotten, just like the man himself. David Boundy will be remembered.