David Michael Huffman

David Michael “Weasel” Huffman January 30, 1952 – September 1, 2026 David Michael Huffman, known to those who loved him as Mike, Weasel, Dad, or Pappy, passed away peacefully on September 1, 2026, surrounded by those he loved most: his grandchildren, his daughter, and her husband. Born January 30, 1952, in Huntington, West Virginia, David lived a life that could never adequately fit into just a few paragraphs. He was a Navy veteran, a hardworking man, a fisherman, and a lover of rock & roll, motorcycles, muscle cars, good food, good friends, and a good time. He could be the life of the party, or simply be the party. Mike's childhood was not an easy one. He lost his beloved mother far too young and grew up with more than his share of hardships. At 18, he joined the Navy and began building a life of his own. Throughout his life, he worked hard to provide for and care for the people he loved. Even through his own struggles, heartbreaks, mistakes, and rough edges, there was never much question about one thing: He loved his people. Weasel loved his family fiercely and poured himself into the children in his life. He was an incredible father and grandfather, but his love was never limited by blood. If you were one of his kids, you were one of his kids. If he was taking one child for ice cream, chances are he was loading up every kid in the back of the truck and taking them all. Dogs were always family in our world. From Cracker, to Shadow, to our beloved Jack - who Amanda often introduced as her “little brother” - dogs were an important part of our lives. But Jack was Dad's best buddy and his whole world. Inseparable, and the two of them were loved by everyone. After Jack passed away, Dad went without a dog for a while. But when he eventually moved in with Amanda and her family, Scrappy, Jack's son, quickly became his best pal. Later, Willow became another one of his beloved companions. Dad often joked that if reincarnation were real, he hoped to come back as a dog. Mallard's Fishing Camp was one of the most important chapters of Weasel's adult life. Living in his camper, surrounded by friends, fishing, good food, laughter, and more than a few crappie fish fries and breakfasts involving grits, Mallard's was where he experienced some of the greatest freedom ever. He came and went as he pleased, made incredible friendships, and created memories he spoke about often. Mallard's wasn't just a place he lived. It was a place where he was truly living, freely. After his second heart attack in 2020, Mike moved in with his daughter and her family. Losing some of his independence was incredibly difficult for a man who had spent his entire life being the provider and caregiver for everyone around him. During those years, his friendship with Tom grew even closer. Dad remained Dad, telling stories, sharing laughs, giving advice, wanted or not, and loving the people around him. He was preceded in death by his mother, Alice; his father, John; and his sister, Wanda. He is survived by his daughter, Amanda; his grandchildren, Savhannah Belle, Shyann Rose, and Christopher David; his bonus granddaughter, Sabrina; his siblings, John, Patty, Charlene, and Doug; and countless friends and extended family members who were fortunate enough to experience his larger-than-life personality and love. Dad was not the kind of man who wanted a traditional funeral. He didn't want to dress up, he didn't want flowers, he didn't want to be put on display, and he certainly wouldn't have wanted everyone standing around being miserable on his behalf. He asked to be cremated, so that's what we will do. His ashes will remain with the people who loved him most, and his family invites everyone who knew David, Mike, Weasel or even Pappy to share photographs, stories, memories, and messages here. Please don't feel like they have to be perfect or serious. He never did. In fact, the funnier the Weasel story, the better. Because if you knew my Daddy, you probably have at least one! And if you're lucky enough to have one, I cannot wait to hear it. ❤️

David Michael Huffman

January 30, 1952 - September 1, 2026