I can't believe it's been a year since we lost you. I think of you always. I miss you so much my dear friend. 

It's taken me almost a year to come here to share my thoughts about my dear friend Dan. The grief was just too overwhelming for me as I had lost a very close friend of 15 years. Dan was always there for my family and I, and was a truly special person and friend. I think of him daily, even after losing him so many months ago. He sent me photos of himself and his friends shortly before he passed. He was enjoying life and spending time with friends until his untimely death. I often look at these photos and see the warm smile on his face and remind myself that he is spending his eternity in a joyous and wonderful place with family and friends who have gone before him. He said good bye to me in a dream a few days after he left us, in which he told me "I'm not saying goodbye, I'm saying I'll see you later." I told him I loved him and shed some tears. His nickname for mean was "Floare" in Romanian, and I called him "Papi". I miss you Papi. I hope you know how much we all miss you.....
Love,
Heather

To Sven's family, I would like to offer my deepest and most heartfelt condolences on your loss.

My brother Sven had enormous hands. I know that's a weird way to start a tribute, but that's just the first thing that comes to mind.  I can remember the feeling of pain when we'd go for a handshake and he'd crush my chubby little hands, which usually was followed by a bear hug.

The bass often looked small in his hands.... but he could play the crap out of it. We'd be hanging out in a cramped office space on top of Michelle's ballroom and the busy corner of Belmont and California rehearsing some church music. Sven would be closing his eyes, bobbing his head to the beat, his hair swaying back and forth. 

I can't say we were the closest of friends and we did not keep in touch since I moved form Chicago, but for the bulk of my twenties, Sven was a presence in my life, my community, my music... many Thursday nights for worship rehearsal, most Sunday mornings at church to setup and play... doing worship gigs at churches and conferences... and a decent amount of time spent at bars and coffee shops around logan square.  

Sven was always there... a warm, kind Romanian big brother who didn't mind hanging out with a dorky young Korean kid who was figuring out adulthood. 

I think I had always assumed that the next time I was in Logan Square or connecting with some of our mutual friends at bar, Sven would just show up and he'd give me a painful handshake and a bearhug and we'd hang out, just like old times.

That won't happen now. He's somewhere playing bass and/or drinking a beer with Jesus. And until I see him again I will mourn his loss, but I will also celebrate his beautiful soul, the wonderful memories we had, the lives he impacted. Love you brother.

Dan was a dear friend from the Romanian Pentecostal  church community ( 10 plus years ago ) and truly one of a kind individual. To me, he was special in that he  carried himself in a happy go lucky manner and  also he was constant in what everyone else here is saying: selfless, kind... heart of gold. My heart is sad smashed knowing he is not of this world anymore-that we could never have any communication with him again. But, I know he is  walking on streets of gold with the Lord now. Rip sweet soul- you left a loved impression on this world. 

Dan, was one of my dearest and closest friends. He would always make time for a Starbucks or to come lend a hand. He made everyone feel welcomed and special. In the past year or so I’ve loved answering his questions regarding upgrading and customizing his Harley Road King. We never got to go to the Smokey Mountains my friend but the next time I’m there I’ll be thinking of you and looking up at heaven for you. I’ll see you again in Paradise. 
This pic was from the last time I saw him, he was at O’Hare on Dec 7th returning from Phoenix. 

There are no words I can find to describe Dan’s impact on my life (or on my co-workers or my family) other than the words he used to end every conversation we had over the years:

“Thank you, Sir”.

You may have moved on, but you’ll always live in our hearts. Rest in Peace, brother.


Danny was a selfless soul. He put everyone before himself and would drop everything when you were in need. Danny was more then a friend , he was “Uncle” Danny. Danny was an extremely special person and has a very special place in my children’s lives. My ex-husband and I  met Dan before both our kids, Jack and Lorelei , were born. He was the first visitor to meet them both and since then has never missed a birthday in 18 years. Danny spent many Thanksgivings, Christmas’, and birthdays as part of our family.  Danny was more then a friend. He will always be a special part of our family. 

Oh my heart. Dan (Sven to many of us) was such a special friend.  He was the definition of loyal and generous. I can't picture his face without smiling. I miss his giant hugs so much. Our little guy Eli adored him. I will cherish this picture of Eli trying to fill Sven's boots. Our hearts are broken. We will try our best to honor his memory by treating friends like family the way he did. 

Dan was an amazing person. Very giving and selfless. He meant a lot as a great friend to the Robinson/Edwards/Cannone/Morris families. The world is a lesser place without him.

OBITUARIO

Daniel Matache

24 enero, 1968 – 30 enero, 2021

Chapel Lawn Funeral Home & Memorial Gardens

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