David Anthony Webb Sr. was born on August 3, 1958. That year, NASA was established to gain ground in the Cold War against the Soviet Union, Billboard Magazine published its first Hot 100 chart, and Martin Luther King Jr. was attacked during a book signing in Harlem. These events, among others, marked a period of significant change, setting the stage for the world David would navigate.

The Webbs purchased a home at 1730 Homestead Street in East Baltimore. The charming row homes formed a perfect, close-knit village, fostering a sense of love and community. On Homestead, everyone's parent was your parent, as the adults united to rear, clothe, feed, and protect all the neighborhood children.

As the youngest, David was often seen as the favorite, which Renee and Lawrence didn't take too kindly. In a playful re- sponse to David's abundant affection, the older si lings would tease him with their favorite game, “Running of the Bulls’ In this game, Renee or Lawrence would take turns playing the mata- dor, while David was always tasked with being the bull rushing towards the sheet. Usually, there was a radiator behind that sheet, and once, he even bumped his head, leaving a scar he would carry with him forever. Despite all the teasing, it was all in good fun-these three siblings loved each other deeply and had a special, unbreakable bond.

David developed an early love of sports, passionately following basketball, football, baseball, tennis, and any other competitive activities. He would often rush to be the first to the family tele- vision because he loved nothing more than spending week- ends watching back-to-back games. His favorite team was the Baltimore Bullets until their relocation to DC. He also loved the Colts until they moved to Indianapolis in the middle of the night, which left him heartbroken. For David, the Ravens and Orioles were like his religion, and unless you were cheering for them, he didn’t want to be disturbed during a game.

David attended Lake Clifton Senior High School, and while he was one of the most talented baseball players in the neighborhood, he decided not to join the school’s varsity team. He followed all of the local college and pro teams, memorizing their stats and spitting them to friends like a human encyclopedia. David loved to share his knowledge with his cousin, who was more like a brother, Bruce Miller. The two guys were inseparable; when you saw one, you saw the other. They shared everything, developed their own unique language, and created an indestructible bond.

David's life truly blossomed when he was blessed with children of his own, welcoming David Webb Jr. in 1978 and Khalilah Williams-Webb (Beavers) three years later. He cherished every moment spent with his children—whether it was watching and playing sports, taking them to Dunbar games, or proudly showing them off to the city he loved. Trips to the Inner Harbor became a special tradition, and every year he made sure to take the kids to Kings Dominion, where they rode every ride together, creating lifelong memories.

David, a natural athlete, passed those genes to David Jr., who excelled as a high school basketball star. At the same time, Khalilah embraced his keen sense of fashion and style, transforming it into an impressive career within the sports industry.

David's circle of love was complete when he met Freda Webb, his partner for the past 30 years. Through their union, he gained a bonus son, Jermaine, whom he loved dearly. David and Freda sealed their union in a private ceremony three years ago. Together, the two enjoyed personal concerts where they performed to each other, shared endless laughs, and played digital bowling together—— always the fierce competitor, David never let her win. Over the years they learned to love together, pray together and remain thankful for their journey.

As the sun sets on a beautiful life, David's final years were characterized by quiet strength and enduring light. Though he faced health challenges, he refused to let them shape his identity. Instead, he embraced each day with optimism, choosing gratitude over grievances and hope over fear. His unwavering positivity provided a steady source of comfort—not only for himself, but for all who had the privilege of standing beside him. 

During this phase of his life, David found immense joy in one of his greatest joys—being a grandfather and great grandfather. His love extended deeply to Dajah Webb, Dylin Webb, Leighton Webb, Mosiah Beavers, Karver Sandy, Zaiden Amir Brodie— each of them a reflection of the legacy he built and the love he gave so freely. Watching them grow brought him both pride and purpose, and he poured into them the same warmth, wisdom, and encouragement that defined his life.

Even in the toughest times, David continued to inspire. His quiet strength was undeniable—rooted in resilience, faith, and a steadfast belief that better days were always within reach. He showed others what it means to persevere gracefully and to live life to the fullest, even amid adversity. 

David’s enduring legacy lives on beyond his lifetime, carried forward by a loving family—his wife, Freda Webb; his siblings, Renee Webb Murdock and Bernie Harris, and Lawrence D. Webb; his children, David Webb, Jr. and Crystal Webb, Khalilah Beavers and Richard Beavers, and bonus children Jermaine Gary and Keisha and Kyia Williams-Smith; his grandchildren, and great-grandchildren; and lifelong friends who became family. As the sun sets on his beautiful life, David remains in the hearts of all who knew him, a lasting reminder of love, strength, and a life truly well lived.