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Daniel passed away at the Fireside nursing home in Santa Monica on March 29, 2025, after a battle with lung cancer. He was 69 years old. Born in Van Nuys, California on May 19, 1955. He grew up his early years in Fullerton Ca. and his teen years in Hawthorne Ca. where met and married the mother of his children Lynn. After their divorce, he lived most of his adult life in Orange and Los Angeles Counties.
Though Dan’s life was marked by struggle, it was also filled with moments of joy, love, and connection. He was funny and compassionate. He was silly and kind. He loved music and animals. He had a passion for gardening and nature. He had a keen eye for beauty and enjoyed working with his hands. He was quick-witted and creative. He took pleasure in collecting shells from the beaches and satisfaction in meticulously crafting beautiful artful boxes for those he loved. With many memories, he will forever be in our hearts. May he finally rest in peace.
He is survived by his daughters Jessica (Bruce) and Jennifer (Doug), grandchildren Alexis, Cheyenne, Magnolia, Jeb, and Lily, sisters Paula (Gary) and Cathy (Mark), and his niece and nephews Seth, Walter, Samantha, and Patrick. He was preceded in death by his parents, Kenneth and Joan.
When I come to the end of my journey, And I travel my last weary mile.
Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned. And remember only the smile.
Forget unkind words I have spoken. Remember some good I have done.
Forget that I ever had heartache And remember I've had loads of fun.
Forget that I've stumbled and blundered And sometimes fell by the way.
Remember I have fought some hard battles And won, before the close of day.
Partial poem by: (Mrs Lyman Hancock)
Forgive us if we failed to see, What we could do to aid;
Or if we failed to comprehend how much you were afraid.
We pray your mental anguish, will now forever cease;
And that your deep anxieties will be replaced by peace.
We know your pain invaded, Every single thought you had;
It made you cry internally, And deeply deeply sad.
But we in turn remember, The good times, not the bad;
We remember when you smiled at us, And not when you were mad.
So when we think about your life, We won’t dwell upon its close;
We’ll remember all the good times, and forget about life’s blows.
We’ll remember all the happiness, The joy and not the tears;
The assurance and the confidence, And not irrational fears.
Our lives would all be different, had you not been there;
So now we leave your memory, In God’s all-loving care.
partial poem by: (Dick Underwood)
