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As of
Monday December 27
, Due to the rapid increase in the last week in Covid cases due to the Omicron variant, we have made the decision to only allow a maximum number of 25 people plus the clergy and staff at the gravesite.
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Greg Manuel
December 02, 2019 05:55 PM
I was very sorry to hear about Ed’s passing. He was a wonderful neighbour to us while we shared a wall on St Mathias. One of my favourite memories is sitting in our backyard on a summer evening and hearing the baseball games Ed was listening to on the radio drifting over the fence. It was both nostalgic and comforting. It’s when I first felt connected in some way to our new home. I’m honored to have had the opportunity to get to know him slightly more once we realized our mutual connections and interest in art. He had a great eye and a contagious interest in beauty. I promise to keep the garden in the church out front going strong. He taught me about morning glories and honey suckles and although those particular plants seem to have decided to grow elsewhere, I think of him every time I garden out there. Sending love to you and your family. He was a wonderful man and I’m honored to have known him.
Laura Felstiner
December 01, 2019 09:38 PM
Ed was my neighbour in the laneway for 17 years. When I first moved in, Ed and I would chat while he carefully wove the Purple Flower Ivy through the ugly chain link fence in front of his house — which was greatly appreciated since they would bloom and bloom. He was always making the laneway beautiful. After a snowfall, I would come home to a shovelled front door. When the laneway felt a little creepy, I was happy to hear Ed listening to the Blue Jays or getting fresh air with his door open. I loved to see Ed on his bike, getting his groceries or off to buy another pair of navy blue drawstring pants, which I teased him about. For the first 10 years, he took good care of me, and I hope I returned the favour in his later years in the lane. I took him to the barbershop insisting that he fix his mad scientist look. He told the female barber and me some amazing stories. I would pick up some groceries for Ed and we would chat. I learned quickly to avoid politics :- Ed loved my dogs. He and Maddie were quite good friends. A dog walk around the neighbourhood would often end with a chat with Ed on his stoop. I have really missed Ed''s presence in the laneway and his friendship. He would be happy that all of us who live on little St. Mathias Place take very good care to keep the laneway beautiful and friendly. His light blue door will always makes me smile. He was a maverick and he has left his mark with us. I have missed him. But I will take comfort that Ed is no longer in pain and I’m sure he is back on his bike in the afterlife.
Sarah Flanagan
November 30, 2019 06:17 PM
As a kid, Ed would greet me with a “Sarah-bones!”, his special nickname for me. It was said with extra emphasis on the “bones” and a sly smile. He’d bring me gifts from vintage stores on Queen West, things like a Pee-Wee’s Playhouse set, ceramic cats whose eyes glowed, and a patent leather purse with a clock in it, to name a few. Whatever he brought me, I knew the gifts were chosen with love and care. Ever the collector, Ed taught me an appreciation of beautiful ephemera. A few years ago, I was helping my mom organize his house before it was sold, when I came across his collection of ‘smoking’ art and felt such a kinship with him even though I don’t smoke. I can’t say I felt the same about his collection of National Reviews, however. Ed could be stubborn and a bit of a rabble rouser, and even though many of his friends and family didn’t share his political views that didn’t seem to bother him. Ed didn’t seem to mind being different. He always lived the way he wanted to, and for that, I admired him. Every day I am greeted by pieces of art from Ed’s beloved collection in my own home. They serve as a reminder of Ed’s unique taste and independent spirit. Rest peacefully, Eddie Kappeddie. Epitaph By Merrit Malloy When I die Give what’s left of me away To children And old men that wait to die. And if you need to cry, Cry for your brother Walking the street beside you. And when you need me, Put your arms Around anyone And give them What you need to give to me. I want to leave you something, Something better Than words Or sounds. Look for me In the people I’ve known Or loved, And if you cannot give me away, At least let me live on in your eyes And not your mind. You can love me most By letting Hands touch hands, By letting bodies touch bodies, And by letting go Of children That need to be free. Love doesn’t die, People do. So, when all that’s left of me Is love, Give me away.
Marvin Waxner
November 28, 2019 02:37 PM
A note to my cousin: Somewhere, I have yet to find it, there exists a photo of you and me standing in front of the cottage. I must have been nine or ten years old and you must have been eight or nine. I remember I learned to swim at that time. It was great fun. Added to a list of regrets that I have is the fact that over the years we lost touch; I would have liked to have known you better. I''m an old man now, and you are gone. Too late. Rest peacefully.
Marian and Marvin Waxner
November 27, 2019 06:34 PM
A poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye comes to mind: Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning''s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.
Eleanor Liebman
November 26, 2019 08:52 PM
As Ed’s youngest sister, I would say that Ed helped introduce me to an appreciation of books and reading. I have fond memories of Ed bringing me classic children’s books, like Curious George and Babar from the library. I still have a copy of a beautifully illustrated Alice in Wonderland that Ed gave me as a present. Ed had a curious mind and was a thinker. His bedroom was filled with books, and when he wasn’t there, I sometimes wandered in to examine the books and magazines and do some reading. I understood later that Ed had a good selection of the important fiction, history and political literature of his day. His left leaning political views changed in later life. Whatever his political views, Ed could be a very compassionate person who was able to connect with a wide variety of people. On Friday, I spoke to Shahnaz, Ed’s footnurse, who treated him once a month at the Annex Retirement Residence. She cried when I told her of Ed’s death, but smiled and laughed when talking about him and their relationship. She talked about what a wonderful person he was and said they had a great time together. At one point, he said to her, “If I were younger, I’d propose to you,” and she replied, “If I were younger, I’d accept.” Ed had many supportive relationships with people. I know they will miss him and so will I.
RICHARD WILKS
November 24, 2019 09:30 PM
Ed was a kind soul and a good man. And of course brilliant. We didn’t always agree on everything, but we had some amazing conversations, covering everything from politics to religion to business and sports. Ed particularly loved baseball. He had a tv, which for most of his life he never turned on, and the Internet…forget about it. Ed chose his own path and in typical Ed fashion, often felt guilty about it. When everyone was moving to the suburbs, he was moving downtown. When others were buying diapers and baby food Ed was collecting art and buying pottery. There were times when it was impossible to walk around his house because of all of his collections. Ed introduced me to the arts, and exposed me to jazz and classical music. One of my fondest memories of Ed is going with him to see Dave Brubeck at the Toronto Jazz Festival. Ed did everything slowly, he was always the last one to finish his meal. Ed was still eating his appetizer when others were finishing their main course. Ed loved his sisters, Gail and Eleanor and treated their families like his own, and he admired my Dad, Gerry a lot. My brothers and I really got to know Ed from spending time at the cottage - first his parent’s and then at my parents’. Ed loved the cottage and he loved fishing. After we caught some nice bass, Ed showed me how to scale and prepare a fish for cooking. But my story with Ed really began in my 20’s. He was there for me during a difficult period in my life. I knew he was someone who would not judge me, would make the time for me, and could see things in a different way than others. Going to his place was like escaping from the world at a time I needed it most. We became close and for helping me through that period I will always owe him a debt of gratitude and my eternal love. One of the funniest times I had with Ed was going to the drive and neither of us knowing how to hear the sound, so we watched with the windows open and our heads sticking out to listen. We couldn''t figure out it was just a radio station we had to tune into. But we still had fun. I will miss Ed a lot. I’m grateful Jack and Brandon and Michelle had the opportunity to get to know him, even if only for a little while.
Mary Tibando WA
November 24, 2019 10:01 AM
Dear Gail and Gerry and family : My condolences on the loss of your brother Eddie. Mary Tibando
Marlene & Mel Moscoe
November 23, 2019 04:40 PM
Dear Gail & Jerry & family: So sorry to hear of your brother''s passing. Thinking of you. Our condolences. Love, Marlene
Marilyn Seltzer
November 23, 2019 11:43 AM
Dear Gail,- I want to extend my sincere condolences to you and your family on the passing of your brother. My thoughts are with you at this sad time. May you find strength in your special memories.
Anne Bradley
November 23, 2019 11:32 AM
Dear Gail and family my deepest condolences on the loss of your brother may all the good memories be a blessing to you
Ruth and Harvey Presement
November 22, 2019 09:14 AM
To Gail, Jerry and family. Sincere condolences to you all on the loss of your beloved brother, Eddy. May good memories sustain you as you grieve. Ruthie and Harvey
ALAN ROSENTHAL
November 22, 2019 08:29 AM
So sorry for your loss. I was friends with Ed for 43 years and he was a wonderful friend and a smart fascinating man. I will miss him . He was very special.
Hannah Goldmintz
November 21, 2019 08:05 PM
Gail and Family: Sending you condolences on the loss of your brother and brother-in-law . Hopefully good memories will help you through this difficult time .
Reva and Danny Pearl
November 21, 2019 05:31 PM
Dear Gail and family, may your memories help ease your grief from the loss of your beloved brother.
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