TALENT, David John -
Passed away unexpectedly at the Mildura Base Hospital on September 26, 2020, aged 67 years.
Loving father and father in-law of Gayle; Robert and Alex; David and Kaylah.
Adored Grandad of Chloe, Mark, Zack, Shelby, Thomaz, and Great Grandad of Leyton.
A loved son of Robert(dec) and Patricia.
A Cherished brother and brother in-law of Robert (dec) and Mary; Cheryl; Arthur (dec); Julie and Chris; Margaret and Robert; Charlie and Diane; Kenny and Yvette; Michelle and David; and Fred.
Sadly missed always in our hearts.
A private family service will be held.
The streaming of David’s funeral service is available to view by clicking the link below - Password is - Talent
Tributes
Charles And dianne Talent
My Brother Dave, where do I start? Remember our adventure’s when we were in the old R190 International semi. When we ran interstate.Laughing about the night we broke down and we slept in the truck at Myrniong.That is something I remember.We loved our Chat on Sunday and we will miss you heaps. Charles and Dianne
Sue-Ellen Talent
Rest In Peace uncle Dave.
You will always live on through us with amazing memories and stories of your life.
I remember Dad telling me about your strong man antics growing up, lifting car motors etc
I know where I get it from, must be in our genes hey :)
We will miss you lots.
Xx
Anthony and Rosslyn Talent
Sending love and hugs to all the family.
Thinking of you all at this very sad time.
Thanks for all the memories, I am going to miss our chats on the phone and the things that we were going to do and the places that you wanted to visit.
Deepest sympathy.
R.I.P David.
All our love from the Talent family
Michelle Knights
For my brother once called the “strongest man in the world”. There will come a time when all are reunited.
Death, be not proud (Holy Sonnet 10)
John Donne – 1572-1631
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou’art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy’or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
Tony- Rohan & Betty Stanley
Sadly missed condolences to the family