David “Skip” C. Beales

David “Skip” C. Beales

May 13, 1940 – August 16, 2016

Skip’s life was cut short in a disastrous head on collision at the North Rim Grand Canyon
while on vacation.

Anyone who met Skip realizes what an extraordinary dynamic person he was.

An artist, traveler, collector of information and artifacts.

He was a true animal whisperer. Distressed creatures from all walks of life seemed to search him out for help.

He loved and respected all living things except flies and mosquitos.

Above all else Skip was a true and devoted friend.

Skip leaves behind a sister Janice Galarneau, a brother Charles Beales, his life partner Arthur James, his good friend John Lundgren, many nieces and nephews and all the countless friends and various lives he touched.

Good bye to you Skip.

A committal service will be held at City View Memoriam Wednesday, September 18, 2019, at 2:00 p.m.

3 Comments
  • Svein Magnussen
    Posted at 17:04h, 31 August Reply

    I truly wish I could come over and attend. Still I have not been able to make closeure, that my best friend is really gone.
    Skip was like my best brother. We could speak about anything . He was a great friend from 1965 when I first met him in Hollywood, Calif.
    That friendship never ended. It is hard to not be able to say a final and close goodbye. One thing is for sure, you’ll be in my heart for the rest of my life.
    I miss you a lot my friend.

  • Jason
    Posted at 17:17h, 31 August Reply

    RIP Skip. Love you.

  • Jason Merriam
    Posted at 10:11h, 06 September Reply

    I miss you my friend.
    I love you my friend.
    It is because of you, that I know who I am, where I came from, and the world is not as bright as it was when you here. You shine like a star in the night sky. Like that star, as time goes by, some fade. But not you. There are times when I want to pick up the phone and call. Even now, it is still hard to believe that you won’t pick up the phone. It is hard to believe that I won’t hear your birthday song.
    I wish I could tell you that you were right. I wish that you were here to teach me about the books I haven’t read. You gave so much to so many. All of those conversations, that spanned hours I cherish so much. There were times where you were my only compass. I have yet to find one like you. Thank you for believing in that little boy, who became a man. Thank you for supporting every endeavor, and your honesty about the roads not to take. I know that I told you I love you the last we spoke. How I wish I could tell you so much more about the ways you were there for me. I hope that you would be proud. You always were. You told me I was special. Skip, you were special. Always willing to open the door, and provide shelter to those who needed it. It is impossible for me to quantify or even guess just how many lives you made better with your presence. Just as it is impossible for me to quantify how many people miss your presence. I do just as you always told me. The best I can. But make no mistake, you are one of the few who I always knew cared for me as I am. You inspired me then, as the memory of you inspires me now. That is one of the greatest gifts I can receive. I am so grateful for that gift.

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