William David "Dave" Strategier

William David “Dave” Strategier January 2, 1950 – August 9, 2025

William David “Dave” Strategier, 75, of Covington, Kentucky, passed away peacefully on August 9, 2025. Born in Covington on January 2, 1950, Dave grew up in Fort Wright, where he developed his lifelong love for sports, storytelling, and a good laugh.

A graduate of Northern Kentucky University, Dave earned his Bachelor of Science degree in Business before beginning a successful career in banking. He was well known for his easy charm, quick wit, and knack for connecting with people from all walks of life. His passions were as colorful as his personality—whether he was handicapping the ponies at the track, chasing birdies on the golf course, cheering on Kentucky basketball, or savoring a fine bourbon, Dave lived with enthusiasm and an appreciation for the good things in life. He also liked to live simply, as evidenced by his faithfully consistent weekly grocery list—purchased by his daughter each week—which never strayed far from his tried-and-true favorites.

Friends and family will fondly remember his daily weather updates and his tradition of reading—and then recapping—the local newspapers, making sure everyone was informed about the region’s happenings (and maybe a few extra details).

Dave is survived by his daughter Lindsey (Mark Collier); grandsons Benny and Landon; brothers Kenny (Dixie) and Giles (Gina); former wife Karen; and many nieces and nephews. He was preceded in death by his parents William and Marcia (Witte) Strategier, and by his beloved son, Brent “Bo” Strategier.

In accordance with his wishes, Dave has donated his body to the University of Cincinnati Medical School, and no immediate services will be held. A celebration of his life will be planned at a later date, where friends and family will be encouraged to share a memory, a laugh, or a toast in his honor.

Dave’s warm heart, clever humor, and unshakable love for family will be deeply missed—but his stories, sayings, and spirit will live on every time we hear the crack of a golf club, the roar of Rupp Arena, or the rustle of a fresh newspaper.