Caleb-Dack-Obituary

Caleb Arron Dack

Montclair, New Jersey

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Poetry and Software
A deck off a garage.

A handmade fish table.

A long, a loe, a winding, drooping dahlia.

From the moment his parents named him Arron with an RR instead of AA, C. Arron Dack always surprised.

Born in England and raised in Canada, Mr. Dack, 39, studied molecular biology, but went into computers. He wrote loopy poems and complex business software. In July he became senior vice president of a Midtown start-up called Encompys, but there was a trade show at Windows on the World he couldn't miss.

His wife, Abigail, said that after they settled in Montclair, N.J., Mr. Dack wanted to prove he was not all brain and no brawn. He built what may be Montclair's only garage deck ‹ impractical, yes, but certainly popular with Carter, 2, and Olivia, 6. To celebrate a promotion, he promised Mrs. Dack a great fish dinner, then spent days building a unique table of cedar and granite for the fish.

And in a spare bedroom on the third floor, there is a headboard painted with words from one of Mr. Dack's poems. "It goes, `A long, a loe, a winding, drooping dahlia,' " recited Mrs. Dack.

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June 11, 2016

I was recently at the 9/11 Memorial in NYC where I saw Arron's picture and bio. It was a sombre and surreal experience as I remembered my first meeting with Arron at Brown School and his "rubber ducky" song. Though we weren't close, we would always say hi to each other in/between classes as we grew up through Deer Park, Jarvis, and U. of T.

At the time of the tragedy, I couldn't imagine how he felt and how his family coped. It's now almost 15...

Remembered

I am a much better harmonica player these days but I still can not play Pink and Red cherry blossom like you did. Good memories.

Large pants and even larger shoes.

Try as I might.

Love you forever.

PS--I promise to post the aligator in Key West photo (only)

Brent

my thoughts are still strong!

Some things I did with Arron... Bicycled in the storm drains under mount Pleasent cemetry, Urban explored the old Sealtest milk processing plant at Casa loma, (still have a couple of mementos from that adventure) skulked the unused ballrooms and hallways of the R Y hotel just ahead of security, see Buddy Guy and Junior Wells at the Brunswick house, play Lacrosse in the Beaches, altered states golf at your stag. Our last adventure we were chased off by dogs from a farmers field near Port hope....

Thanks for being a great mentor and a fun guy while at Capco - always remembered!

I was so sorry to hear of your loss. The thoughts of many are with you at this time of sorrow.

We will remember everybody who died that day.