David Harold London

David Harold London, 83, of Liberty, Missouri passed away peacefully on August 11, 2025, under Hospice care, surrounded by his family after a long battle with Parkinson’s. He was born in Port Huron, Michigan, on August 10, 1942, to Bill and Irene London. He was one of ten children, with three boys and seven girls. David married the love of his life, Linda Lee Alford, on November 18, 1961. Together they had three children, Mitchell, Kevin, and Renee.

David worked for many years for Ford Motor Company before retiring in 1998. He was a member of the UAW Local 249. He was a proud member of Masonic Lodge - Out Washington Lodge #614. He served with joy for the Ararat Shriners as part of the director’s staff for several years. David & Linda loved to travel and spent many winters in Arizona in their travel RV. Most of all David loved people and spending time with family and friends. He was always ready to make you laugh or have a game of cards.

David is preceded in death by his parents, Bill and Irene, and all but one of his siblings.

David is survived by his wife of 63 years, Linda; his children, Mitchell (Julie) London of Kearney, MO, Kevin (Kimberly) London of Rocklin, CA, and Renee London of Liberty, MO; his grandchildren, Spencer London and Sam London, both of CA, Josh (Chastity) Burnett of North Kansas City, MO; his great grandchildren, Braiden, Landon and Emerson; and his sister, Janet (Gerry) Paeth of Michigan.

Linda and family wish to thank all his caregivers over the last couple of years, including Wendy, Sheri, Willis and Chastity. Your care and professionalism have helped us all walk this path with the confidence that David was cared for to the end with love.

"Death is Nothing At All" by Henry Scott-Holland

Death is nothing at all.

It does not count.

I have only slipped away into the next room.

Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.

I am I, and you are you,

and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.

Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.

Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.

Put no difference into your tone.

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.

Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.

It is the same as it ever was.

There is absolute and unbroken continuity.

What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you, for an interval,

somewhere very near,

just round the corner.

All is well.

Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.

One brief moment and all will be as it was before.

How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!