David P. Zotti lived a life defined by service, artistry, and love for those close to him. A World War II veteran, he embodied quiet strength and dedication throughout his years. His legacy is deeply felt through the beautiful wildlife carvings, detailed ship models, and vibrant paintings he created, each a testament to his skill and passion.
In 2018, David had the honor of participating in the Southwest Florida Honor Flight to Washington, DC, where he was able to visit the memorials dedicated to the service of veterans like himself. This meaningful experience was a fitting recognition of his courage and sacrifice.
David passed away on May 23, 2024, leaving behind cherished memories for his family. They find comfort in knowing he is reunited with his beloved Madeline, Louise, Bobby, his parents, and his siblings. His family is also deeply grateful to his caregiver, Anna, and the staff at Gulf Coast Village for the compassionate care they provided during his final days.
A memorial service was held in Connecticut later in the summer to celebrate David’s life. In lieu of flowers, the family invited contributions to be made to S.W. Florida Honor Flight Inc., P.O. Box 495065, Port Charlotte, FL 33949, in his memory.
David P. Zotti is remembered for his selfless service to his country, his artistry, and the enduring love he shared with his family and friends.
I am not a veteran. I am a member of the Civil Air Patrol, the United States Air Force Auxiliary. But in 1991, personal loss brought me to a place I never left.
Over two decades later, that loss led me to the State Veterans Cemetery in Middletown, Connecticut, where I took on the coordination of Wreaths Across America — which grew into the largest and fastest growing veterans program in the state. I didn’t do it for recognition. I did it for them.
In 2016 I founded the Connecticut Veterans Bulletin. Not because I served, but because I believe those who did deserve to be honored, connected, and kept alive.
Twenty-two veterans die by suicide every day. I knew about that number before it became a hashtag. I knew it personally, long before anyone was talking about it.
This publication exists because that number is unacceptable. Because every veteran in Connecticut deserves to know someone gives a damn.
That someone is me.