David Cabrero

My dear David, where do Ieven begin? You were such a vibrant soul, always full of life and that unmistakable spark in your eyes. Remember how you’d talk about your time at the Olympics? That fierce determination, the roar of the crowd, the sheer joy of pushing your body to its absolute limit on that track. It wasn't just about winning medals for you; it was about the incredible journey, the friendships forged in sweat and effort, and the pure love for the ride. You carried that same passion into everything you did, whether it was coaching young cyclists, fixing up old bikes in the garage, or simply cheering someone on at a local race. Your family was your absolute world, the center of your universe. You were the kindest, most patient husband to Maria, always there with a listening ear and a reassuring hug. Watching you be a father to our little ones was pure magic. You had this unique way of making them feel like champions, whether they were mastering a new skill or just needing a bedtime story. You taught them about perseverance, about getting back up when you fall, and about finding joy in the simple things – like building a massive Lego castle or chasing the family dog around the yard. You adored your parents and siblings, always making time for them, sharing stories, and creating those cherished family moments, like our annual camping trips where you’d lead the way with your infectious laugh. David, you touched so many lives. Your kindness was a quiet force. You were