David-Mahood-Obituary

David Edward Mahood

Obituary

Mahood David Edward, age 51, of Loretto, on Feb. 3. Preceded in death by his loving parents, Mildred & Joseph Mahood. Survived by his loving wife, Bette; sisters, Carole & husband Doug, Margaret & husband Doug; brother, Ken; his ``special sister'', Renee; and many, many loving friends. Funeral service Thursday, 1/7/02 at 7 pm, with a visitation one hour prior at: Cremation Society of MN Brooklyn Park Chapel 7835 Brooklyn Blvd. 763-560-3100

This obituary was originally published in the Star Tribune.

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I REMEMBER YOU WERE A FAN OF THE MOODY BLUES. MY MOM AND DAD KNEW YOU LIKE THE MOODY BLUES. MY DAD AND I WENT TO THE MOODY BLUES CONCERT ON SATURDAY, 10/9/93. THE MOODY BLUES WERE IN CONCERT SUNDAY, 6/26/05. YOU COULD HAVE GONE IF YOU WERE ALIVE. I CAN HAVE YOUR MUSIC IF YOU HAVE ANY. MARK EASTOM DIED MONDAY, 9/29/08. 6 YEARS LATER. REST IN PEACE DAVID EDWARD MAHOOD.

Bette -- I can not belive what has happened. You and David were so influential in my life. The both of you exposed me to the truth of the situation and gave of yourselves unconditionally. I can not begin to thank you for the insights you both gave me. Please know I love you and am so sorry for your sorrows.

We just wanted to say that David is still missed and in our hearts. Carole, Ken and Margaret

We just wanted to say that David is still very much missed and in our hearts. Carole, Ken and Margaret

i haven't forgotten you david...

in honor of David's 60th birthday, november 9, 2011
dear David,
you would be 60 this wednesday... that is hard to believe. as I get older, I miss you more each day. I remember you each morning when the sun rises. I remember you in the evening when the sun sets. I remember you when happy things happen in my life, and you're not there to share. and I remember you when sad things make me cry like today.
i wish and i hoped that things could have been different... that can...

in honour of you, David
February 3, 2010
I’m thinking of you again… especially of when we were little… happy and innocent. You left us quietly, your thoughts unknown… and I hold onto the memory of a time once before.
love,
helen

in honour of you, David, on your birthday
November 9, 2008

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility…

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

"Teach me to do...