This memorial was created in memory of David Van Lokeren, born on September 23, 1944 and passed away on October 31, 2014. We will remember him always.
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Leave a tributeWe're going to miss him,
Ben Bada
Love your grandson,
Charlie Ray
He and I worked in the garment district in the mid 70’s where we got to meet a lot of old jewish guys, many survivors of Nazi concentration camps and, I reckon, who had an understandably strong reticence towards young Aryan looking men (like Dave and me in our younger days). Yet Dave could break through their protective shells and make these old guys laugh, make them open up and before you knew it, they’d be inviting us to have lunch with them…. That’s how he was with everyone. You felt happy and upbeat around him.
Cecilia and I, with all of our children: our hearts go out to the Van Lokerens today during this most sorrowful time. Dave was such a dear friend. We pray that his wonderful spirit remains and shines upon you.
…So faith, hope, love remain, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
Cecilia and Lionel
David's happy smile and the twinkle in his eyes will always be remembered. When I think of David I remember his loving, warm, and all accepting heart. What a great man, friend, Dad, brother, son, and uncle. Thank you God for sharing your precious David with us. Love, Becky
Love, Mary Alice
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Chuck
Thoughts today are with you and your big beautiful family.
Gentleman Dave
Miss you Dave, sincerely. I'll always feel blessed to have known you and privileged to call you my friend.
"Elmo" was the affectionate term Michael & David used for each other. This letter to Michael is posted at his request.
A long Overdue letter to a Brother
Dear Elmo,
I've wanted to write you for quite some time now. I'm going to try and cover the good, the bad and the ugly of our history, but just so you know, in the end I see it as all pretty wonderful.
As a qualifier, I need to say up front that this can be no more than my own limited perception and that I don't believe any two people on the planet experience and interpret the same reality in the same way.
First off, I think mom and dad were wonderful, kind hearted and wanted to be the best parents they could be. They lavished material things on us which was a high priority for the generation coming after the depression. They also demonstrated a good moral code and high ethical standards. Not too bad a job right there in and of itself. But in a way they were children themselves and were very much focused on their own rising success, social standing and having fun.
They thought by giving us the freedom and responsibility to raise ourselves we would be strong and independent. I can't remember them ever sitting down and doing a homework assignment with us or even checking to see if we did our homework. I don't remember seeing them at ballgames very often, although I could be mistaken. I do remember staying out to all hours at a very young age with no one to answer to.
For me personally and I won't speak for anyone else, it left me with no self- discipline, low self-esteem and a third grade education when I exited high school. I guess the worst part was I never felt a strong connection to mom or dad which left me with something less than a strong sense of who I was.
But all of this is really only to lay a framework for what I really want to talk about and that is our relationship.
Dad was no doubt an alpha, as were you and even Vickie to some extent. I came along and attempted to assert myself, evidenced by my uncontrollable temper, but eventually succumbed and went underground (introverted and passive). This would eventually lead to a severe depression and running away to a commune. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
You and I became polarized and alienated at a very young age. There was probably even a certain amount of meanness between us. Believe me when I tell you I attribute all of this to nothing more than children who were left to themselves without the balanced love and disciplined they so much need on a daily basis. Parenting has to be a top priority and a singular focus. I'm not judging Mom and Dad. I can't afford to, I made too many mistakes raising my own children.
I just wanted you to know that all that history has been entirely healed within me and I hope is also healed in you.
I had such an emptiness in me for so long, I read everything I could comprehend in philosophy, theology, metaphysics and psychology to fill the void. I want to tell you that I learned one of the greatest lessons of my life from you when we were doing the moving in Florida a couple of years ago.
As we were moving things from one house to another, you engaged every person that crossed our path. You left each of them uplifted if not laughing. I could not believe the energy you gave and received from those encounters.
I had spent most of my life talking more to myself than to others. After those few days with you, I wanted to be just like you when I had spent so many years trying to be different from you.
Ever since that time I go out of my way to engage every waitress, checkout person and individual on the street I can. It has been life changing for me. When Linda and I were in NYC, I was out of control messing with people and it was so much fun and life giving. I was going down the elevator one morning to get coffee for Linda and me and these two 55 year old women were talking about their diets and struggles with their weight. I said you two women look great, you're a couple of babes if you ask me. They started laughing and continued laughing all the way through the lobby. The whole encounter put a spring in my step also.
I want to be just like you when I grow up. I guess that's the way it is supposed to be between brothers, I just didn't know it.
Much love,
Elmo
B w/ B
For years there has been a group of guys meeting for lunch on Tuesdays at a bar called The Dirty Drummer here in Phoenix. The luncheons were inspired by Ben Bada who is now 85 and who did concrete for our business for nearly 30 years. On Tuesdays the burgers are 1/2 price. David became a regular at "Burgers With Ben" and everyone enjoyed his jokes and wisdom. NOBODY ever ordered anything except burgers- except for Dave's first time when he ordered pastrami on rye. Immediately everything went silent in the bar, as if he had just committed the ultimate crime. He never ordered anything except a burger ever since. As a side note when brother Michael came for a couple of visits he joined us and, in true Michael form, suggested that he had possibly had an affair with Karen's (pictured above) mom in Detroit and that she was his daughter. Karen got a chuckle out of it and now we refer to Michael as her surrogate dad.