Vest Has Left the Building

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To advise that Vest (Les Bowyer) passed away this morning. Regards, Chris (Son).

Comments

Elephant's Child said…
I am so very sorry to read this. My sympathies to all of his family and friends.
Sunday 20 March 2022 at 03:52:00 GMT+11
Anonymous said…
I'm very sorry to hear. My condolences. A few years ago he very kindly sent me a copy of his book, a good read.
Sunday 20 March 2022 at 08:49:00 GMT+11
Cathy said…
Sorry for your loss Chris. Your dad (or father if you prefer) was a grand old (service) man and will be missed
Sunday 20 March 2022 at 17:19:00 GMT+11
Lee said…
Oh! This makes me feel so sad, so very sad.

Cherish the memories...your loving memories...

Please feel our warm comfort, our best wishes and thoughts surrounding you.

Rest in peace, Les...you are missed...you were loved...you are still loved. You are in the arms of your beloved Rosemary.
Wednesday 23 March 2022 at 11:03:00 GMT+11
Chris Bowyer said…
Funeral for Dad, who passed away on Saturday 19th March 2022

Dad's funeral will be at Noraville Cemetery, 35 Wilfred Barrett Drive, Noraville NSW 2263, Australia, on Wednesday 30th March 2022 at 2 pm (The same place as Mum's funeral).

If you wish to send a card and or flowers, please send to:

Les Bowyer c/o Chris Bowyer, 4 Clucas Avenue, Gorokan NSW 2263, Australia. (The same place as for Mum's funeral).

If you wish to read or have a eulogy/tribute read, please email to the celebrant, Heather O'Connor - heather@ceremonies2remember.com.au, by Monday 28th March 2022 (The same celebrant as for Mum's funeral).

After the funeral, there will be a wake at Toukley RSL, Holmes Avenue, Toukley NSW 2263, Australia. Please advise if you will attend so that I can organise enough food. Thank you.

A professionally made video of the funeral will be available on YouTube from 7 pm - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCZNq9UXvR8. Unfortunately, it can't be live-streamed because the Internet at the cemetery is unreliable.
Friday 25 March 2022 at 15:36:00 GMT+11
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