David Michael Langone

When someone like David M. Langone, 34, passes away you take the time to write an obit that fits the man. And while yes, David did die after a short but heroic battle with lung cancer on Nov. 22, 2021, he lived life big and touched many hearts. But first he would want us to say, cancer is no joke. It can hit hard and fast and fighting through it is scary. Support cancer research guys — you can do it in his name. Now, “Gimmie some."

And now the man behind the legend: David was born Aug. 11, 1987, in Arlington, Texas, to Richard and Nancy Langone. His father, an Irish-Italian accountant from Boston, and mother, also an accountant from Queens, New York, completed their family with David. They wanted a baseball team but stopped with him. His sisters Colleen and Shannon and older brother Joey paved the way for David.

David met the first part of his A-team riding his bike in the “cheap seats”, and the second half, a year later. If he couldn’t be himself around you, you weren’t in his crew and Talha and Dan stood by him till the end. Reaching only 5’5”, David stayed savage and funny in high school – he said it was the only way to survive. He also found his love for gambling in [shhhhhhh] underground poker games, where he met Ben.

David Wrecked ‘Em at Tech with Ben, Spicer, Sutty and Cure. He majored in finance and minored in matchmaking. 2 for 2. He shared a love for Tech, working out, sports (especially football) and gambling with his friends. He became especially good at parlays – “It ain’t a good bet, but sure can make your bookie sweat.”

After college, David connected with Chris, Mike, and Jon and started his career at Lockheed Martin. A few years later, he asked Janet Vigil out on their first date at the T&P Tavern – Dave’s go-to spot. Not only did David share a birthday with Janet, but David also found his best friend, his go-to, his “pretty girl” as he used to call her. Her son, Mason, immediately took to David – asking him to carry him the first time they met, age 3. David and Janet added Ollie McGregor, their can’t-get-enough-licks, sleep-on-your-pillow Corgi, to their family a few years later. To Janet, who shared in some of David’s happiest times and stood by him in his darkest, who once waited 8 hours in the emergency room parking lot to be close to him when they wouldn’t let her in, we are grateful he had you.

Trying to wrap my brother up in these words was an impossible task. For those that knew him well, my brother will live on through your memories of him. To those who were not lucky enough to really know my brother, “sorrrrryyyyyy Charlieeeee”, you missed knowing one hell of a guy.

We will not dwell on his death, but instead celebrate his life. The family will be holding his memorial, after a private family service, at the T&P Tavern in Fort Worth on Sunday, Dec. 5 starting at 2 p.m. You know, go big or go home. Stop by and share a memory you have with Dave and let’s say farewell by reminiscing on the fun and happy times he brought us.

See you there,

Shannon Lamberson