was a loving son, brother, uncle and friend. He was born in Tulsa,
Oklahoma, but spent most of his adult life in Norman, Oklahoma.
After graduating from Central High School, David served in the
Air Force for three years. He wanted to become a pilot but instead
was trained as a tail gunner in a B-52. This didn’t stop
David from learning to fly, though: He took private flying lessons.
One of the things we remember most about David is his love of
learning. His interest in science was first stimulated by the
space program when he was a young boy. In high school, he bought
a white van and had the NASA emblem painted on each side. He made
several trips to Florida to see rocket launches. When he attended
his first nighttime launch, he spent the whole day hacking his
way through a swamp with a machete. He was stopped by security
when he finally got on the base. Fortunately, they were impressed
by his determination and allowed him to see the launch up close
from the VIP stands.
David’s love of learning was most evident in his never-ending
career as a college student. After his discharge from the Air
Force he began going to Oklahoma University. He especially loved
science and never quite got around to graduating because there
were always more interesting classes to take. He worked many years
for the Daily Oklahoman in Norman.
Over the years David collected hundreds of autographed pictures
of astronauts and cosmonauts. He also made scrapbooks of different
space missions. He made these not only for himself, but also for
the astronauts that went on the missions. Below is one letter
he received in recognition for his work.
David always had a dream to someday be an astronaut and go into
space. When he was diagnosed with terminal disease his wish was
to have ashes sent into space. We are thankful that because of
Celestis his final wish can be granted.
The Family of David Cory Styve
Almost five years ago, you sent me a Skylab
scrapbook — and received, I think, some cursory acknowledgement.
Recently I had occasion to clean out the attic,
and I came across your book — so carefully prepared and
so complete. That was the end of work for that day: I spent
the next two hours refreshing memories and adding some new ones.
I then carefully sent the book away again, in anticipation of
future pleasure for me and for my children.
I want to thank you again, and properly, for
your gift. It is the best one I have received, and will last
the longest. If I can ever reciprocate, get in touch.