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David George Capraru
1963 - 2020
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Seumas Graham posted a condolence
Monday, April 13, 2020
I was about 12 year old when David, 8 years older, invited me to visit his father's office and show me around. He knew I was an aspiring artist, and he thought I'd benefit from seeing creative types at work. I was super shy but felt sure with David there to take me around. David gave me a big, heavy design book to take home, and reassured me, "Go ahead, copy them! That's how you learn." Thank you David for your kindness, rest in peace big brother :) - Seumas
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Pamela Capraru Posted Apr 14, 2020 at 1:01 PM
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Stacy Beetles posted a symbolic gesture
Monday, April 13, 2020
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Sharing wonderful childhood memories do last a lifetime. I met David when his family had just moved to Mineola. We were in the same class that day and then we met that night in swim class run by Tomac. We became inseparable for my years. I can recall so many "TERRIFIC" times with the entire family. I was lucky to share in all the cottage car rides singing crazy fun songs (Rhine stone Cowboy..lol was a favorite) on route to Snake Island. On one earliest visits there, Dave and I dove for the bed couch and covered heads giggling whilst John and Linda sorted out the bat situation. We spent many summers there playing around the the old dump site. Dave would find so many treasures, old bottles and cool stuff. We would swim all day catching crayfish that we would cook and eat. David was witty and always fun. We had many, many laughs thru our childhood years and teens. He was a wonderful artist who could draw up cartoons in a minute. My Dad to this day still hangs the Christmas banner that I painted the block letters but Dave created all the cartoon elves and Santas that adorned the letters. It is a family keepsake for sure. I can remember one day, guessing maybe we were 12, I was shooting pucks in the driveway and he came running...yes running with the biggest happy face as he made me stop and listen to his getto blaster he had brought. " This is the best song ever Stace...I love it !!!. He played and sang it ...Love will keep us Together....by Captain & Tennille..lol
David loved music and movies and always appreciated talent. He captured my heart and friendship and although we had moved in different directions throughout our lives we treasured our times together. We had lunch several years ago at Lake Effects and spent the whole afternoon discussing old times and the direction our lives had taken. I'm truly sorry to hear of his passing but I'm sure he is surrounded a force of love and new adventure.
I can still hear his distinctive laugh and hope you can as well. I will remember all the good you were and gave! Xo
Stacy Beetles
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Jain McMillan lit a candle
Saturday, April 11, 2020
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A purple candle because David was fond of all things purple... and he loved candles and anything to do with fire... being a LEO (fire sign) might have had something to do with it...
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Friday, April 10, 2020
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Friday, April 10, 2020
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Adriana Greco posted a condolence
Friday, April 10, 2020
I first met David when I went to visit my friends Jain and Mark in Canada in 1992. He was living in their basement flat and kindly offered to show me around town while they were out at work.
He took me to places that were meaningful to him, places that reflected who he was, his essence, and the things he loved in life.
Needless to say, I fell in love with that special, passionate, witty man, and in time we got married.
Life with David was never dull. He had so much zest and joie de vivre. He showed me how to appreciate what people oftentimes take for granted: the blueness of the ocean, the magnificence of the Milky Way, the opulence of nature, and together we discovered and enjoyed the beauty of our countries through each other´s eyes. It was the simple things in life that were so intense, so special. Sharing stories with friends around the fire at the cottage, or around sandcastles at the beach was one of them. David was so loyal to his friends, he was the best friend one could have. He also loved telling a good story. Everytime we travelled there would be a bottle of champagne waiting for us in the hotel room and he would give me that prankish look: "I told the manager it was our honeymoon..."
I am sorry things did not work out for us in the end, but I will always cherish the years we spent together.
Sunsets have never been the same since I met him,
Thank you
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Lisa Diner lit a candle
Friday, April 10, 2020
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David will always be remembered as a very entertaining and larger than life older cousin. Time spent at the home on Mineola Road during holidays was always loads of fun. David's bedroom was filled with all his drawings and I remember being in awe of his raw talent. He was always sooo funny. I remember the hysterics that took place during one visit with Pam, Shelly and my sister Jen up in his bedroom as he explained to me that a blow job consisted of blowing on someone's hair and got me to demonstrate on him... The laughs were definitely at my expense but what did I know, I was only a kid. I was only happy to be the centre of attention...
Years later David once came to my home and shared a meal with us when my kids were still quite young. Before I knew it they were hanging all over him as he teased, tickled and cajoled them into lots of silliness. They never wanted him to leave.
David always had a story to tell, resulting in guffaws all around. He was truly magnetic, as a child I loved being in his presence . I wanted to hear all that he had to say, never wanted to miss a joke or a plan being hatched and just share his light whenever I could.
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Rachel lit a candle
Thursday, April 9, 2020
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My time with David was short, in comparison to many who posted tributes about their lifelong friendships with him.. I met David just 11 years ago however, our connection was instant and we became inseparable. He was my best friend and my strongest ally. We shared a love of music and deep conversations about anything and everything. We would talk for hours on end. Even when there wasn't much to say, he couldb talk Sometimes I would roll my eyes at him and he would look at me and say "Am I boring you?" Then he would keep talking. Ha! There was truly never a full moment with David. And he always listened to anything I had to say.
David loved art and found beauty in everything. He was a romantic, old fashioned and lived flowers. We almost always had a bouquet in the house that he had bought for me, or that I would bring home for him.
Charming, witty, funny, intelligent, well spoken, gentle, loving, generous and caring, David was a wonderful man who only wanted to be lived and appreciated as much as he loved and appreciated others.
I have loved him since I met him, and although our paths were not meant to stay in the same direction, we only had love and best interests for one another.
I give thanks to David for the life we shared. He gave all if himself and I am forever grateful to have know him as a friend, a lover and a husband.
I'm sure he is watching all of us now and laughing, as he could laugh at just about anything and find humour where others could not.
A part of me will always hold a place for him.
Rachel
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Robin lit a candle
Thursday, April 9, 2020
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I enjoyed reading these lovely tributes and seeing the photos. I haven't seen David in many years now, but I do remember happy days when we were kids and our parents were friends. May he rest in peace.
Robin
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Pamela Capraru lit a candle
Thursday, April 9, 2020
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Thursday, April 9, 2020
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David’s family and my family have been connected since before his parents met. The story as I heard it was that my mother dated David’s father John in first year design school at OCA before he met David’s mother Lynda. They all remained friends through the years and as their families grew, we kids got introduced. Years passed and my husband and I bought an old house in Port Credit not far from the Capraru home at 201 Mineola. We were looking for rental income, so we turned the basement into an apartment. One Day Lynda called and said her son David was looking for somewhere to rent and so we happily welcomed him into our basement. Although I remembered him from childhood gatherings, it had been a number of years since we had seen each other. Almost instantly though we found we had much in common, and we soon became fast friends. His quick wit, his robust infectious laugh, his creative spirit and his love of music among other things, made for many a happy hour hanging out. I nicknamed him the Cellar Dweller and he called me Giladriel for my long blonde hair and our mutual love of all things Tolkien. He was a big help around the yard and could often be found on our back deck enjoying a cold one with his friends. I seemed to always be sharing leftovers downstairs and David was often rapping on the door when we got home from work offering a cold beer (or looking for one if he had run short). One year a dear friend Adrianna came to visit us from Brazil. We introduced her to David, and before long, while we were out at work, he was out showing her around town. They fell in love quickly. The next year or so saw them going back and forth between our basement and her apartment in Sao Paulo. In time they got married and decided to stay in Brazil where David started teaching English. His command of the English language along with his friendly easy going conversational style made him a natural educator. We would go down every year to visit them and I was very sad when their marriage ended. David came home again to his childhood home and we would go to visit him there. Sadly not too long after, Lynda passed away and the house on Mineola was sold. I will never forget the eloquent, heart wrenching eulogy David recited at the funeral. He was poised and articulate in the face of sadness and loss. Life took us in different directions in the years since Lynda passed, and although I saw less of David, whenever we were together, either on Snake Island in the summer or wherever he was living in the city, it was just like old times… truly good friends can be that way. He was a true friend. In the past few years I knew he was suffering. I would visit him and leave very sad wishing there was something I could do to help. I will always miss David, the David who loved to tell a good story, the David who could light a fire like nobody before or since, the David who, like I, loved to collect blue glass, the David who could recite entire passages from the Hobbit with his eyes closed, the David who knew every word to almost any Zeppelin song you’d care to name, the David who in the end was his own worst enemy... I picture him now, heckling from the sidelines, cold beer in hand, worn out jean shorts, short white socks and sneakers, scruffy t-shirt, tousled hair, watching Lynda play tennis with my mother Saunie. My thoughts must now turn to his dear sisters, my friends, Pamela and Shelly.
David… till we meet again…
The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
Let others follow it who can!
Let them a journey new begin,
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.
J.R.R. Tolkein
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Shane Cobb posted a condolence
Wednesday, April 8, 2020
Caprarus are like family to me. So many memories stretching back decades. Summers at Snake Island, road trips to Florida, and countless Christmases at Mineola. David was a year and half older than me, which of course meant he was God-like growing up. He taught me to swim, hunt crayfish, build forts, listen to Styx, talk to truckers on a CB radio, play pool and...other stuff. The through-line of these memories is laughter. Making people laugh was David's greatest gift and he was hands down the funniest person I ever knew. He also saved my life once, which I sometimes regretted because he always reminded me about it whenever he pissed me off. But who stays mad at a guy who saved your life?
We lost touch years ago, which I guess is an inevitable part of growing up. Although we took different paths and lived in different countries, he was my oldest friend. A brother.
Shelly & Pam, I am so sorry.
Shane
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Pamela Capraru Posted Apr 9, 2020 at 10:05 AM
Thank you, Shane. So many good memories. Much love, P@MELA
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Pamela Capraru Posted Apr 9, 2020 at 11:21 PM
Shane, thx for being the first to post a tribute. As we sent David onward, a lovely package arrived from Loral and L.F.: a Christmas card embellished with an L.D. original (“Haute Couture”) and a trinket I couldn’t attend to collect (great regrets there); an Edward Hopper card with condolences and the sombre atmosphere of social distance; and a faded envelope from Direct Film, back to c. 1979, with Cobbs, Tierneys, and Caprarus celebrating milestones. All in an exquisite black envelope.
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Wednesday, April 8, 2020
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Dave… my brother
What can I say that we haven’t already done.. we've known each other since …what.. 2 years old! Spent an entire life going up together. You and I were always the Brothers we never had. I can't remember how many times we got into some of the most craziest things together… I remember the days visiting you in Port Credit. Mineola always smelled like freedom to me… so much creativity and love flowed in that house. I always felt like you could be anything you ever wanted there. Freedom to be yourself and Dave my brother you certainly were that. We climbed every tree there was in our neighborhood, lived in the ravine when we were 3. We started early together as bandits and had the cops called on us when we were ...4… as we took off for the entire day to the tire farm on 8th line. Greeted by the police on our street at an early age. I think that broke the ice on our “exploring” timeline on a weekend basis as we would be lost in the ravine most days. My mother always said the only thing I ever told you boys Douglas was “be home for dinner” and that gave us freedom.
The fishing adventures are legendary. If they had ever been filmed, they would put Jackass movies to shame. Stepping out of boats six feet from shoreline, taking a header on a dimly-lit camping path, having to dance on a rock while your best friend shoots bottle rockets and Roman candles at you. Broken bones…. Stitches… Rusty nails through your feet, Hooks through your hand ...with the fish still attached…the list is endless
Winter adventures in the Scirocco. I'm surprised Tom Chessman and Dave survived that trip to Ken Flieger’s place on Bob's lake.
We did it all my brother. There are only a few people in this world that ‘get me’ and I am sure you could say that about you. We got each other. Had more laughter than I can remember. I think what means most to me in our life together is that we refused to grow up. We never lost sight of the wonder of being a boy, being adventurous and the never-ending exploration. That’s why my license plate reads BOYZLYF. I will miss you brother.
Your brother and best friend
Doug
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Wednesday, April 8, 2020
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Pam and Shelly, I was saddened to hear of Dave's passing. But it did provide an opportunity for me to stop and think about the good times we had. Dave and I shared the passion of fishing. And nothing would take priority over our spring walleye ritual of fishing with a group of friends, and Dave would have hated the fact that I just said walleye and not pickeral. The trip was only part of the fun, it was the time leading up to the trip that added to the excitement. Talking about what lures to use, what we were going to eat, how much beer to bring, who was fishing with who and of course exercising the bragging rights for the successful anglers during past outings. One night stands out in my memory. We were camping on an island and on the way over the motor stopped working. We didn't panic, Dave never panicked, we propped up the motor, took out the oars and rowed our way to the island all the while sharing a few shots and beer along the way. Dave was always the wild card, you never knew what secret lure he would bring and he always made the trip more colourful. Rest in peace Dave, your humour and your outlook will be missed. I'm sure you're in the boat right now, with a rod in your hand, trolling the sweet spot waiting for the next pick to hit. Thanks for the memories Dave, I will always remember the laughs and good times. I will raise a glass this year, and every year, when I’m on the lake during pickerel opener, and cherish the memories.
Ken Flieger
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Monday, April 6, 2020
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