Jenkins, David Whiteford

David Whiteford Jenkins

12/8/1944 - 9/3/2023

Loving Father, Grandfather, Great Grandfather, Brother and Uncle.

The Service to Celebrate the Life of David will be held

in the Cumulus Stratus Reflection Space at Bunurong Memorial Park

790 Frankston Dandenong Road, Dandenong South

On Thursday March 23rd, 2023 at 2.30pm.

For those who cannot attend, the service will be streamed via the following link:

https://smct.org.au/view/809575304

Following the service please join us at Functions By The Bay,

Crn Plowman Place and Young Street, Frankston

from 4:30pm where we will continue Celebrating David's Life.

In memory of David we invite you to wear your Geelong Colours.

 

5 Tributes

  1. Geoff Wright
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    You live in our hearts. Goodbye old friend.
    Geoff and Shirley Wright.
    Deniliquin NSW

  2. Cathy Emerson
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    Farewell Mr. David, one of life’s great characters gone way too soon. I always thought you were indestructible, may you rest in peace.
    Cathy

  3. Cathy Trendle
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    Farewell Dave, you were my Dad’s best friend. You were by my side when he passed away and I couldn’t have done it without you. You were a great man and will be missed greatly. May you rest in peace. Drink plenty of port with my dad. Love you always. Cathy xoxo.

  4. Marnie
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    Farewell mate x will miss our chats, Waylan Jennings voice, many drinks and parties, lolly raids and Geelong updates RIP xx Marnie and Family xxx

  5. Michael Jenkins
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    2023

    Fat pop

    Another limb has fallen from our family tree
    A unique and wise man no one could disagree
    He was built like a brick shit house he was tougher then are tree
    The memories he made will live on although his roots a free
    You were taken to fast taken so soon im sure you’d all agree
    However this was something we were never to foresee

    My pop and I could have been closer. I’m now beginning to fret.
    As oceans of emotions, give me feelings of regret.

    But I’ll remember happier times
    These I won’t forget.
    So enough of all the sad thoughts its making me upset.

    I remember indoor cricket well
    My pop could surely sweat

    He’d go and make a run or two
    The ground was always wet

    Pop was always so wet
    From all of that sweat
    When he’d bounce off that net
    That spectators were showered in sweat

    I remember one time when I found his stick books
    They were under the house discreetly aside
    I didn’t think much about it
    Just another car guide
    Then as i went to take a looksy inside
    The pages were stuck was glue applied?
    And then out of nowhere my fat pop arrived
    I had nothing to say so then I lied
    That stern scary voice that my fat pop applied
    I knew if he caught me, my bare arse is fried
    He did give chase but i ducked down the side
    Now this side ways quiet narrow and my pop’s a tad wide
    Somehow he got stuck then sat down and sighed
    So i climbed up robs tree house a good place no to hide
    Now no one can see me so I sat there and cried

    If we could bring you back again
    For an hour or a day
    We’d express all our unspoken love
    With many more things to say.

    If we could bring you back again
    We’d say we treasured you
    And that your presence in our lives
    Meant more than we ever knew.

    If we could bring you back again
    To tell you what we should
    You’d know how much we miss you now and if we could we would.

    It’s a time of heartfelt sadness
    When a loved one passes on
    Your in a better place now
    But your memories will live on
    Drinking Port and beers with pop and Irish john

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