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Robin Young Smith posted a condolence
Monday, June 1, 2020
What a beautiful soul Dean had. Always checked in with you to see how everything was going with your life. The world has lost a very good man! Love and Blessings to your family during this time.
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Carol Wetzel posted a condolence
Wednesday, May 27, 2020
Bella Gabrielle May 24 at 4:39 PM A little over a week ago God decided it was time to call you home. This has been a tough week for me and I can't quite seem to wrap my head around the idea of my life without you. I've sat here staring at my phone for days and just can't seem to find the right words to say that could ever do you justice. How does one say goodbye to such an amazing man? Growing up I spent a lot of time with my grandparents. I remember crying in the bathroom on summer days because grandma told me we couldn't go to the park until I brushed my hair, so more often than not we did not go to the park and I would hang out with you instead, because you didn't care if I brushed my hair. On the days we stayed home, I would ride the tricycle around the back yard and up to the garage while you sat in your chair and watched me make the same loop. Eventually I would tire myself out and I would join you and have an orange julius or a jello egg. When I started school and my dad worked late, my grandparents would always pick me up. You would always sit to my right as I would do my homework and tell you about my day, offer me a drink and even when I said no you made grandma get me water and a snack. Afterwards you would let me play with the fruit magnets on the fridge or I would go bug my sister. When I started middle school I would walk over to your house after school and our pattern never changed. I always took my shoes off, hugged you and then went and washed my hands. I'd eventually stop doing my homework and would instead join you in the living room and talk about everything while looking out the window. You would tell me about your life while I hung onto every word. You told me about meeting grandma, your time in the Navy, or when you were working as a security guard and you had countless stories from your time with the telephone company. Eventually I started high school and I remember grandma took me to go get my school supplies. I came back and showed you everything we got and you sat there with a smile on your face as I packed my backpack. You never failed to rescue me when I had no way home. You would pick me up across the street at Carl's Jr. and bring me back to my house, we usually stopped along the way and would get Wendy's. I remember the day I graduated I was so excited to show you my diploma and finally be done with high school. I had big plans and you helped guide me when I wasn't sure what to do with my plans. When I left for Arizona it was a pretty tough situation, you gave me a hug and told me that you'll always be here for me and how it broke your heart to see me go. In many ways you shaped the person I am today. Your wisdom and advice has gotten me through too many hard times, you taught me the proper way to give a handshake and always reminded me to "take that piece of metal" out of my nose because I was too beautiful to ruin my face with a piercing. You taught me the value of friendship as you knew everyone you ran across. You taught me the value of family and gave me a reason to look forward to Sunday brunch at the Elks. You taught me the importance of hard work and you were so proud of me when I got my first job, and even if it was a retail job to work my hardest and never slack off. You were always on my side and believed in me even when I wasn't so sure of myself. You supported me even when you didn't agree with my choices, and you loved me through thick and thin. Grandpa there isn't enough time in the world to say how amazing you are, there isn't enough words to thank you for the impact you had on my life and there will never be a way to express how much I will miss you. Your wisdom, love and patience inspire me everyday and I will carry you in my heart for the rest of my life. This isn't goodbye but until we meet again. I love you grandpa.
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Carol Wetzel posted a condolence
Wednesday, May 27, 2020
Katarina Blackwelder May 19 at 4:14 PM · Grandpa has ears that truly listen, arms that always hold, love that's never ending and a heart that's made of gold. Death has always been a hard thing to process for me. I remember talking to my grandma about it not too long ago and her telling me it's just another part of life, which made me feel better because thats how I saw it. But since my grandpa passed on May 15th I feel like I'm holding my breath. I left for Germany a little over a year ago and I remember giving him a big hug and a kiss and telling him I'd see him in three years and I'd try to come home to visit before we moved back. He didn't want to let go of my hand, he told me he wished I didn't have to go and his eyes teared up which made me emotional as well. My heart aches and I wish I could go back to that moment as that was the last time I physically saw him. As a little girl I spent a lot of time with my grandpa. I lived with my grandparents when I first moved to Colorado, I was lucky and fortunate to get that time with them. As I grew up on warm days we would hide from the sun on chairs that hid behind his house and drink orange julius's together. I'd watch him water my grandma's flowers and the grass and occasionally run through the sprinkler. I looked forward to going over there to ride on the tricycle and play tetherball. In the winter I would sit next to his chair and read my books while he watched tv or read the paper. He would pick me up in his old Willy's Jeep from school which was the coolest thing ever. As I got older I would walk to his house. He would ask me about my day at school and what I learned while I pulled out my homework and ate the snack my grandma made. He always sat to the right of me at the kitchen table and we would smile at each other while we ate our meals. On sundays we would go to the elks lodge for breakfast and I always grabbed a seat right next to or near him. He always had a story to tell. My favorite memory of him is when he held Maximus for the first time. Max was only 2 weeks old and I remember watching them stare at each other with pure love and joy. We joked about how they looked alike. But the feeling in that room was indescribable. Looking back, I was tremendously lucky to have that moment that many people dont get to experience. I have endless memories of him, and in every one he is always smiling. He was kind, he was dependable, he was strong, he was all knowing, he was my safe space, he was always supportive, even when he didn't agree with my choices, and encouraging. My words will never do my memories of him justice. He meant the world to me and I loved him so very much.
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Dewey Reinahard posted a condolence
Saturday, May 23, 2020
Dean was a high school classmate and active as a volunteer in The Pikes Peak Auto Hill Climb. He was a "car guy". I enjoyed his company at the various meetings we attended together. Dewey Reinhard
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