David Carl Hultgren, 73, passed the way he lived… quietly and on his own terms. Dad left this earth on Saturday, March 19, 2016, with his family about him while watching television after a short, painful, and frustrating battle with cancer.
Born in Chicago, Illinois, on February 9, 1943, Dad was the adopted son
of Carl and Anne Hultgren of Oak Park, Illinois. He grew up splitting
his time between the city and his grandparent’s home in the very small
town of Varna, Illinois.
Dad attended Evergreen Park High School, where he was a member of the
Projectionist Club, graduating with the class of 1961. He spent a year
at Eastern Illinois University before joining the Air Force in 1962. He
enlisted during the Vietnam conflict; the very definition of a patriot.
Dad spent his basic training in Biloxi, Mississippi, of which he said,
“Yep, it’s muggy.”
Dad was not particularly interested in guns, he said, and he encouraged
his family to avoid them. Yet, during his time at Biloxi, he earned
several marksmanship awards; always a dichotomy.
The Air Force took him to Utah in 1963 where he met his future wife at
an Air Force dance. He married Judy Kay Sewell that November and they
celebrated their 52nd anniversary in 2015. They welcomed three
daughters, Karen (Jackson) San Antonio, Texas; Cheryl (Spangler) Ogden,
Utah; and Annette (Maughan) Chicago, Illinois.
In 1967, Dad arrived in Cambodia, where he worked as Secretary to
General (we wish we remembered his name but Dad hardly mentioned his
time there, drat?). Dad had taken a federal competency test prior to
leaving for Cambodia, and it turned out to be a lifesaver for his little
family. While in Cambodia, he developed whole body eczema and had to be
medically discharged. Heartbroken, he shipped out to Walter Reed to
convalesce. While there, Mom received a call about the test he had taken
and when Dad returned on a Friday afternoon, he had two days down time
before he started work for the Internal Revenue Service in Ogden, where
he spent 20 years and received several commendations for his work. He
retired from IRS once his transfer request was approved, and he
continued his federal service, becoming a civilian contractor in the
Logistics division at Hill Air Force Base.
Dad never missed a sporting event that his daughters were involved in
and always rooted for the Cubs. He attended LDS church regularly
although he never took the plunge or dipped a toe in the baptismal
waters. He made sure his family was supported in everything they did,
and he worked three jobs in the early years to keep them warm, fed and
happy while finishing his Bachelor’s Degree in Business Administration.
Dad spent 16 years at Hill, until one day at an IHOP while drinking
coffee and developing model train plans, he suddenly got very
disoriented and started to fall sleep. Dad had a transient ischemic
attack and was taken to the hospital where he was told he had to spend a
few days. The day after the TIA, Dad started to get up and get dressed
to go to work when he was stopped. He protested. “I can’t leave them a
man down”. He didn’t have a choice, and with the rapid onset of a heart
condition, Dad was sad to have to retire from Hill in 2010. His 48-year
service to the federal government was over, replaced with a pace maker
and an Alzheimer’s diagnosis. He struggled with this indignantly for 6
years, angry, happy, and enjoying his grandchildren. Changing diapers
like a pro he said, “I helped bring them into the world, the least I can
do is wipe a bum or two.”
Dad enjoyed civic service as well, spending time on the Riverdale and
Clearfield Planning Commissions and running for City Council in
Riverdale. He was diligent, attentive and dedicated himself to learning
what he could to make informed and very serious decisions that he knew
would have a lasting effect. His time with the fine people in these city
governments was a very happy and rewarding time for Dad, and the family
would like to express their sincere thanks to Riverdale, Ogden and
Clearfield city governments.
Dad spent his life helping others, working seven years with a special
needs church group, helping with seven Christmas programs and too many
scout meetings to count. Just last year, he and Mom were awarded
Volunteer of The Year for their work with the Epilepsy Association of
In his off-time, and any other time for that matter, he would build
model railroads and help “run the trains” at shows with the Hostlers
Model Train Club of Ogden. His work with trains helped him make even
more friends, and if there was ever a child in a wheelchair watching the
trains, he would be sure to invite him or her to be an engineer on
He will be missed by many but especially his dear wife (Judy),
daughters (Karen, Cheryl and Annette) and “sons” (Jared, Scot and
Glenn), sister (Judi Holbrook, Atlanta, Georgia) and “brother” (Wes
Holbrook) , 10 grandchildren (Amber - Greg, Zak - Krystal, Megan,
Parker, Glenn, Taylor, Ava and Aiden) , and 5 great-grandchildren
(Jared, Annabelle, Luke, Adrienne, and Malcolm).
Funeral services (with sincerity and laughter) will be held on
Saturday, March 26, 2016 at 11 a.m. at Lindquist’s Ogden Mortuary, 3408
Washington Blvd. There will be a viewing party on Friday, from 6 p.m.
to 8 p.m. at the mortuary. If you would like to converse at Dad one
last time, there will be a viewing Saturday morning from 9:30 a.m. to
10:30 a.m. Don’t be late, we will start without you because if you
aren’t 15 minutes early…you’re late.
Dad’s love for his children, especially his special kids, should be
celebrated by bringing your families with you. Wheelchairs, oxygen tanks
and feeding tubes are more than welcome; they are encouraged. Dad would
And “if you are always pulling your skirt to keep it down, maybe you should buy a longer one.”