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Volusia Memorial Funeral Home

4815 Clyde Morris Blvd, Port Orange, FL

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Ronald P. Tatum

July 26, 1947October 29, 2019

Ronald Tatum, 72, of Daytona Beach, formerly of Mims, passed away at the Emory L Bennett Veterans Nursing home on October 29, 2019. He was born July 26, 1947, in Mims and will be remembered as a loving and devoted husband, father, and grandfather. A proud Army veteran, Ron served his country in the Vietnam War as a combat medic with the 1st Cavalry, earning a Bronze Star and Purple Heart. An avid fisherman, Ron and his late wife Carol spent much of their time fishing the St Johns and Indian Rivers or at the beach watching the waves come in. He enjoyed reading, especially westerns by Louis L’Amour, listening to country music, gardening, and watching movies and history and nature documentaries. He is preceded in death by his wife of more than 30 years, Carol, who passed May 27, 2013, stepson Scott Buchanan, and brother Robert Tatum. He is survived by his mother Juanita Bullington and husband Harris of Mims; siblings: Dennis Tatum and wife Margaret of Ayden, NC, Van Bullington and wife Lisabeth of Mims, Sandra Logan and husband John of Scottsmoor; children: David Tatum and wife Samantha of Port Orange, Cheryl Ernest and husband Scott of Mainz, Germany; and grandchildren Tiffany Buchanan, Kaitlyn Tatum, and Finn and Rylie Ernest. Ron’s family would like to thank the doctors, nurses, and staff at the Emory L Bennett Veterans Nursing home for their excellent care and support. Graveside services will take place February 21, 2020, at the Cape Canaveral National Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, Ron requested that donations be made to the Cancer Research Institute (www.cancerresearch.org).

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Brian Hunter

November 8, 2019

I remember catching a bunch of big trout with him at Turnbull one day. We were wading so he just grabbed ‘em by the lip to put them on a stringer. Teeth were broken off into his skin, blood was coming out everywhere, and I was worried. I asked him if he was okay and he looked at me and laughed, “That? That ain’t nothin’!” Whether it’s a reflection more of my weakness or his toughness is debatable; but if the old combat medic wasn’t worried, I guess I shouldn’t be either.

Cheryl Ernest

November 8, 2019

Cheryl Ernest

November 8, 2019

FROM THE FAMILY
FROM THE FAMILY