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Dave Unser

1955 - 2015

A beloved brother, father and grandfather, David Lee Unser of Vauxhall, passed away unexpectedly on Sunday, October 18, 2015 at the age of 60 years.

Relatives and friends were invited to meet with the family at the Vauxhall Legion, 217 - 5 Street North, Vauxhall on Thursday, October 22, 2015 between 2:00 P.M. and 4:00 P.M.

Dave will be lovingly remembered by his son Richard Unser of Campbell River, British Columbia, daughter-in-law Kim Unser of Brooks and their children Bayleigh Unser and Brady Unser; his siblings Roy (Gerri) Unser of Taber, Bob Unser of Taber, Sharron (Butch) Porter of Vauxhall, Tenna (Gord) McCormick of Bow Island, Helen (Gord) Moore of Vauxhall, Jean (Greg) Miller of Bow Island and Carla (Jaap) de Jager of Rolling Hills as well as numerous nieces, nephews and his furry side kick, Wilson.

He was predeceased by his parents Flory and Veleta Unser and his daughter Janine Unser.

Dave was born in Taber on May 12, 1955 to Flory and Veleta Unser. He spent his school years in Vauxhall. Dave was a hard worker and the past several years he was employed in the oil well servicing industry. Most recently with the slowdown in the oil patch, he was involved with the restoration work being done on the Retlaw Church. Some of his past time was spent tending his vegetable garden. He was happy to be enjoying the outdoors, camping and fishing. Dave liked to tinker just like his Dad. He had a loving nature, was thoughtful, kind and a loyal friend. His nieces and nephews enjoyed his teasing and time spent with him. We will remember the best of you “Davey Crocket”, thanks for making the world a little better of a place.

If friends so desire, memorial tribute’s in David’s name may be made directly to the Retlaw Historical Society, in care of Terry Franz, Box 25, Vauxhall, Alberta T0K 2K0.

A limb has fallen from the family tree. I keep hearing a voice that says, "Grieve not for me. Remember the best times, the laughter, the song. The good life I lived while I was strong.”