Tribute from Caroline, Elisabeth, Laurie and Bree

I cannot imagine what you must be going through on the loss of David, and wanted to convey my deepest sympathy.

David and I met back in the 60s, on the terrace of our mutual piano teacher, Mrs Stephenson, in Nth Balwyn. We renewed our acquaintance many years later, through Michael Spivakowsky, and often reminisced about our early piano lessons. 

Our lives have been enriched from knowing David.  He was a kind, intelligent, humorous man who played superbly. He has left this world far too soon, and has gone to one filled with Steinways and Bosendorfers.

Warmest regards,

Caroline 

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Dear Ross

I’m sorry to hear about David’s death. I didn’t know him well but he visited our house for over twenty years, once each year, to tune our piano.

David was always gracious and his musical ear, his ability to tune our tired old piano into something wonderful that rang true, never ceased to amaze me.

I was very sad the day he came and told me this would be his last visit. But I followed your blog and it was heartening to read that his journey has continued beside you and with all your support.

I will always remember him.

My best wishes to you and to your families and friends at this very sad time.

Elisabeth

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Dearest Ross,

Over the years since first learning of David's engaging in his battle with "The Monster",   I have sought intervention on his behalf every day in the course of my Rosary. Firstly for recovery, then as the inevitable progression took place, for the strength to bear the  suffering.  Now it is only to seek for him a welcome into heaven which he doubtless will receive.

How well I remember our first meeting at Moulton Park.  David enthusiastically seeking Peta's advice on  where to buy a suitable property in the Dandenongs, a venture on which he had already set his heart.  His passion for the "Hills" never waned and many a time he shouted "those bloody signs!"

We will always celebrate those wonderful evenings together, the meals shared, the music, the conversations, the recipes reconstructed and the pronouncements designed to solve the problems of the world all delivered in the most colourful language.

Just think of all those pianos singing in tune for being nurtured by David.

Ross, Peta joins me in sending you our fond love and we look forward to having you with us soonest. 

Laurie

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Dearest David,

Fuck ...fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck!

We will miss your inappropriate swearing and your humour. Even in the worst of times and in the middle of a dinner party conversation your electronic friend would blurt out the odd profanity. Thank you for being such a generous host when we all visited and for listening to me crucify every element of musical theory on my guitar. May you find a magnificent Baroque piano to tune upstairs.

We’re sad our friendship was cut short.

You will always be remembered and may we see you again ‘Somewhere over the rainbow’. 

Love you, 

Bree, Serge and Tasi