David Ray Henderson

David Ray Henderson was born on September 13, 1936, in Jacksonville, Texas to Virgil and Clarissa Henderson. He is preceded in death by his father, Virgil Henderson and his mother, Clarissa Moore Henderson, his brothers Donnie Henderson and John Henderson, and his daughter, Cindy. He is survived by his wife of 67 years, Mitsue Henderson, his brother Paul (Glendean) Henderson, sister-in-law, Mary Henderson, son David (Maggie) Henderson, daughter Sandra (Paul) Smith, son, Victor (Elaine) Henderson, 15 grandchildren and 11 great-grandchildren.

While writing this, we realized that his humility reflects three personality traits: hardworking, humble, and devoted. David did not care for pomp and circumstance. Instead, he believed in working hard, doing your best, loving your family, and loving Jesus. These are the traits that best define David as a husband, father, grandfather, great-grandfather, brother, and mentor.

Hardworking. Born on a farm, David grew up learning hard lessons that he would retain for the rest of his life. He learned how to work hard, to put others before self, and the value of an honest life. David enlisted in the USAF at the age of 17 which launched a 21-year active-duty career, retiring with distinction in 1974. He began his Civil Service career in 1977, in San Antonio, where he would make his permanent home. David never stopped working. Even after he retired, David served the Lord through active volunteer service at the church. He was ordained as a deacon in 1975. Using an attention to detail and tenacity honed by over 40 years of federal service, he worked tirelessly to maintain the church facilities, often personally performing any repairs that were needed.

Humble. Although he worked tirelessly in everything he did, he did not like the limelight or glory for his work. Rather, he enjoyed the fruits of a job well done. His humble attitude came naturally and was a testament to his devotion to servitude. If he wasn’t at home, David could be found volunteering at the church from any job he could – literally, get his hands on, from handyman, to the harvest festival, David could be relied on to do the job others wouldn’t.

Devoted. David was a family man, through and through. At the age of 20, he married Mitsue Miyayama. Together they raised four children: David, Cindy, Sandra, and Victor. However, his true pride and joy were his grandchildren and great-grandchildren. David was a devoted man, especially to his wife. He would suffer at great lengths for his bride, whom, though he hated shopping, he would take to the store and patiently wait… in the car for as long as it took. His devotion and patience did not end with Mitsue. It was not uncommon to see David taking his grandchildren to go toy shopping (after a good high-and-tight haircut at the BX). He delighted in seeing his family happy and taken care of. David was a man who lived not for himself, but for his family.

Isaiah 57:2 says, “Those who walk uprightly enter into peace; they find rest as they lie in death.” David found rest after his tireless life of service to his family, friends, and the Lord. His family carries his legacy of servitude, humility, and devotion as law enforcement officers, educators, health care professionals, and armed service members. He will always be a part of us, inspiring us to excel, remain humble, and serve as a reminder that when we need a break, watch a little Bonanza.

We will continue to carry his torch, teach a new generation, until the days, we too, hear the words, “well done, good and faithful servant.”