Birth date: Jan 15, 1954 Death date: Jun 13, 2026
David Alan St. John, age 72, of Gainesville, Florida, passed away peacefully at his home on Saturday, June 13, 2026, surrounded by his loving family. Born on January 15, 1954, in Oregon, Ohio, David was the beloved son of the lat Read Obituary
Dave R. I. P.
Love you my big X-Ray Brother
You protected me.
You care for me.
I learned a lot from your work ethic.
You were smart and intelligent.
I saw you and we understood each other
I’ll never forget you.
Our memories are cherished forever in my heart.
Love you my big brother.
Jan ❤️
Thank you Donna for considering me as family. Love you. ❤️
I arrived @ Shands a few months after Dave & he helped me learn how to navigate the place quickly. We worked a lot in the ER together & even appeared on TV 20 news twice transporting patients. A great guy, tech, supervisor & I’m saddened by his passing. My condolences to Donna & Greg & the rest of the family. Picture of Skip James, Maureen Hurley, Angela Reese, CG & Dave-good times!
My brother David, What can I say......First of all one of the most caring and empathetic human biengs I ever knew and growing up in the country elements near the now Maumee Bay state park it was always hunting, fishing and trapping that filled all of us three brothers during our childhood. Davey (was what he was affectionately called by the family) grew up loving any books or television programs relating to underwater life and studies and of course his favorite oceanographer Jacque Cousteau was the centerfold he had pinned to his bedroom wall.
Some of my fondest memories was being with David & Donna when we would all meet up at my parents somewhat spartan cabin in Northern Michigan when life seemed a whole bunch simpler for us all, with the closeness felt by our family at that time was quite special.
Then there was the Indian artifact hunting along creeks and farms as well as the lake erie shores with David and a friend (Roger) discoverng an Indian village site in Curtice, Ohio that produced 100s of arrowhwads, bird points, scrapers and a host of relics from the indigenous people who lived and traded 100s of years ago in the 'Old Black Swamp' area where we lived. Even though I could certainly be a pain for them to take along having tons of questions and constant badgering until I found my first arrowhead with his patience and help, Davey would never say 'no' to my request to tag along for the incredible training seminar for me that was about to take place.
I cannot really look at Davey's life without mentioning that he had faced a number of physical trials that would have kept most of us feeling down and asking God 'why me' but not Davey. At the young age of 16 years old rocking a pair of crutches from hip surgery which seemed like a very extended time he did not just survive that problem, but thrived and still got down into the ditches and trapped, hunted and fished just like the rest of us.
There are so many more wonderful memories of my loving and kind hearted brother, I hope that anyone who knew him back then and up to now will agree that the world has lost one of the GOOD ones!
Your Little Bro Mark
Sending my deepest condolences, Donna. I was so sad to hear this news and praying for you and your family. I always loved working in the ED with Dave and will cherish those memories.
Long ago on Cousino Rd you would often see three young boys playing together. The three were together almost every day. Often, there was a younger boy following them. Mark was eager to be with his two brothers, Reggie and Dave and cousin Joe. They would search the ditches on their way to the overgrown trail that lead to Lake Erie. Hunting, fishing, spearing, target practicing. I was the teenage girl who came around and hung out with them on occasion when they were a little older.
The boys were always together.
I married Joe 51 years ago and Dave and Reggie were in our wedding. Dave was our Best Man.
I lost Joe just 6 weeks ago to yet another
stroke. Now sadly, we have lost Dave as well. But I cannot help but smile through my tears as I am sure that Joe and Dave are once again running down the old path to the lake. Off on their ultimate adventure.
Rest in peace guys. Love you both. 😔💔
Barb Durfey lit a candle in memory of David St. John
Soooo many memories over the past 50 years that I don’t even know where to begin so I’ll leave it with this..you have no idea how much of an honor it’s been to spend your last days with you..good journey ♥️
