David Earl Stringer's Obituary
David Earl Stringer, 64, was born on January 1, 1958 to the late Claude and Annette Stringer.
David passed away on October 25, 2022. Beloved husband of the late Georgia McConnell, and the mother of his children, the late Sandra Stringer (Fisher). Cherished father of Nathaniel (Reeva) Stringer and Amber (Sebastian) Moody. Loving grandfather of Breonna Stringer, Dillon Moody, Danny Moody, Stella Moody, and Gwen Moody. Dear brother of Michael (Lori), Cindy, Jamie (Jay), and Chastity (Chris). Uncle and cousin to many.
A memorial service will be held on Sunday, November 6, 2022 at 3:00 PM at Lewis Road Riding Ring. After the service, the family invites you to join them for a drink at the Trolley House, 7066 Columbia Road, Olmsted Falls, Ohio 44138.
In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the family: http://spot.fund/vYwmgFse
It is with immense sadness that I share with you some thoughts on the passing of my dad,
David Stringer.
He was a complex individual with very deep feelings. Incredibly smart and talented. The man
who defined the word grit in my eyes. A serious comedian. Often a walking contradiction. He
excelled in just about everything he did. From the boy scouts to playing the trumpet, and
marching band in high-school. He also rode motorcycles, and raced the number #91 car under
the handle "Hawkeye" at Painesville speedway. His eye for photography was fantastic. He
taught me that a picture of scenery is nice, although it's much better with a person in it. He was
a really good writer, and was even published in a horse magazine once. I remember his friends
saying what a brilliant technician he was in the hvac world. He was a natural teacher and a good
truck driver too. He loved horses as well, although he did jump like he was on a motorcycle.
I speak for Nathaniel as well when I add; I want to thank him for teaching me how to make
scrambled eggs and fried potatoes. For everything I know about cars, which is surprisingly a lot.
For teaching me how to ride a bike, chop a tree, paint a wall, and so many other practical skills.
For bonfires, hunting, and foraging wild edibles. For fishing, and watching lightning bugs light
up the lower field. He taught me how to shoot a gun, a camera, and a crossbow. How to identify
all the classic rock bands on the radio and the intrigue of waiting for Paul Harvey to tell us the
rest of the story.
If he saw anyone in trouble, he ran, not walked, to their rescue, like everyone in the Stringer
family. His hugs were the best. He'd sit and talk with you for hours, and many friends over the
years spent a lot of time doing just that at the farm. He taught me to stay cool under pressure,
which has helped me be a rock for others. By his example, he taught me what to do and what
not to do. His life didn't always go the way he planned or would've liked, although somehow he
did exactly what he wanted to do, all the time. In time, that has taught me compassion, patience,
and kindness. I'm going to really miss him sending me irreverent memes and funny videos all
day. Even though we lived far apart, he was always letting me know he was thinking of me and
the family. I know he was always thinking of all his loved ones, especially his grandkids. I
sincerely hope he is reunited with his mom and dad, and that my mom and step mom are there
to give him a hug and a swift kick in the ass. He was far from perfect, but he will be dearly
missed by many.
Fare thee well, Dave Dad. May you finally rest in peace.
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