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David Sargent

August 30, 1945 ~ December 4, 2025

David Michael Sargent passed away peacefully on December 4, 2025, after a long battle with dementia. Arrangements are with Stewart Baxter Funeral & Memorial Services, Cedar Rapids.

He was born on August 30, 1945, in Easton, Pennsylvania.  Mike, as he affectionately came to be known, was the son of Donald and Molly Sargent. From a young age, he was defiant in ways that always offered an air of charm.  He owned a car by age fourteen, and he carried a lifelong appreciation for special automobiles and motorcycles his entire life.  The soul of the machine being the deciding factor.

David was the definition of unconventional.  He was a gifted writer, creative thinker, and quiet observer of the world.  He wore a benevolent heart on his sleeve.  David earned his undergraduate degree from Coe College in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, then attended the prestigious Iowa Writers’ Workshop at the University of Iowa, where he obtained his master’s degree.  His love of language led him into a successful career in advertising. It was while working at an agency in Waterloo that he met the love of his life, Mandy, whom he treasured beyond measure.

David was famously frugal to a fault—known to shut off his car at stoplights to save fuel. His children will never forget the frigid chill of winter in the family home, where the thermostat stayed low and heat was always supplemented with a wood stove. Endless weekends were spent cutting and stacking firewood as David reminded them, “Wood is wealth,” and “Wood warms you twice.” He was always practical, exercising reason and restraint, often telling his children, “Time is money.”

Teaching his children to drive a manual transmission was not optional—it was a tradition. Their relationships were filled with spirited debate, mutual respect, deep love, and perhaps most importantly, the freedom to become their own individual selves.

David loved fried chicken, a stiff cocktail, long conversations, cars, politics, baseball, books, and especially poetry. His writing reflected the spirit of the Beat Generation. He remained witty through his final days.

David was preceded in death by his beloved wife, Mandy; parents, Donald & Molly Sargent; his father and mother-in-law, Bill and Janice Hahn; a special uncle, Hugh Sargent; and many treasured pets.

He is survived by his three children, Jesse Sargent, Toby (Kim) Sargent, and Holly (Nick) Kloubec; three grandchildren, Gracie Hand, Carsyn Hand, and Britton Kloubec; brother, Tom (Sue) Sargent; two sisters-in-law, Sue (John) Hawn, and Katy (Dave) Rohle; and many nieces, nephews and friends.

Special gratitude is extended to Nurse Jenny and the staff at the Hiawatha Care Center, whose compassion, patience, and care meant so much during David’s final chapter.

David will be remembered for his intelligence, kindness, fierce independence, sharp wit, and the quiet, lasting impact he made on those who loved him.

Please share your support and memories with David’s family on his Tribute Wall at www.stewartbaxter.com under Obituaries.

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  1. It was a great treasure to work with David for many years at Henry Russell Bruce. His perspective was always creative, informed and often whimsical. He was a unique and highly valued person and coworker. Rest well my friend. You certainly deserve it.

  2. I worked with your dad for seven years at BHN, then HRB, as a fellow writer. Beyond his talent as a thinker and a writer, what I remember most was his warmth, humility, kindness, and patience. Even though Dave was on the quiet side, there was always a twinkle in the eye! I also remember your vivacious and beautiful mother. How fortunate you were to have such smart and loving parents. I hope your own memories keep you close to them always.

  3. Dear family,
    I had the good fortune to work with David at HRB for nearly 10 years. Whenever I think of David, a smile comes and a warmth fills my heart. It was always like that with him. His wit, zest for the paladrom (and words in all form), his spirit and exceptional talent taught me what creative writing was all about. I learned much from him. Always a character with a twinkle in his eye, he made life interesting and fun for me. I will remember those things along with his good heart. He was a beautiful soul and I am rich for having known him. My sincere condolences…the world lost a gem.
    Shelby

  4. Thank you Jesse, Toby and Holly, your heartfelt eulogy is perfect.
    Your Dad was a business collegue and close friend for more than 25 years. His good work is only exceeded by the laughs, long chats, and adventures we shared away from the office. We enjoyed the poems he shared after his retirement that seemed a natural extension of David’s active mind and love of words. He touched many lives with his insights, quirky sense of humor, and friendship.

  5. I worked with your dad from 1983-1996 at BHN and the HRB. There were only 14 of us when I started. David was such a special guy- a bit of a work-a-holic. He rarely put his yellow pad and pencil down. And such a talented writer.
    He was kind and considerate, humble and patient. And yes- that twinkle in his eye and his great sense of humor. I remember your mom stopping in with you three kids when you were pretty little! You were his world.
    I also remember your mom coming in to kidnap him for a long weekend getaway. She had cleared it with Pete ahead of time- and Pete had to come in and tell him it was ok to leave early.
    I shall always treasure my memories of working with him.
    Much love to you kids. May he hold a special place in your hearts.

  6. I wrote alongside Dave at BHN in the mid-1980s and am warmed to think of him and of others sharing their memories of him here. My first thought was also that twinkle in his eye, that mischievous little intimation of irony and seeing the absurdity he shared with you, all the while modeling a tremendous work ethic and supple creativity. He was super quiet but on the rare occasions when I would seek his advice, he was honest and pithy and caring.


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