Wyoming obituaries, Oct. 25-31

Service Arrangements are pending.

Visitation will be held Monday, November 2, 2026, from 9:00 AM to 10:00 AM at Cowley LDS Church, 52 East Main, Cowley, Wyoming 82420.

The funeral service will be held Monday, November 2, 2026, at 10:00 AM at Cowley LDS Church.

Interment will follow the funeral service at Deaver-Frannie Cemetery in Deaver, Wyoming.

Fred was born on May 6, 1963, in Dennison, Ohio, to Fred Beatty Jr. and Barbara Beatty. During his teenage years, he moved with his family from Ohio to Granger, Wyoming. He eventually made his way to Kemmerer, where he met Brenda Mills. They were married on New Year’s Day in 1993 and began building their lives together.

Fred and Brenda raised three children: Alex (Wendy), Joshua Robert, known to many as Spike (Jessie), and Christine Irene. Being a family man meant a lot to Fred. His work often took him away from home, but he did his best to be there for his kids and cheered them on in their activities whenever he could. Even when he couldn’t be there for every moment, his family was always important to him.

When Fred wasn’t working, you could often find him doing something he enjoyed. He loved working on cars, hunting, camping, and riding four-wheelers and side-by-sides. He also loved his Harley. Fred was happiest when he was outdoors, working with his hands, or enjoying the things he loved.

The last few years brought more challenges than anyone should have to face. Fred fought a long battle with lung disease, going through treatments, setbacks, and eventually a transplant. There were good days and hard days, but he kept going. His new lungs gave us hope and the gift of another year together, something we will always be grateful for.

Although his journey ended sooner than we wanted, we are thankful for the time we had and for the people who stood beside us through it all. Fred was preceded in death by his parents, Fred Beatty Jr. and Barbara Beatty, and his parents-in-law, Karin and Eddy Mills.

He leaves behind his wife, Brenda; his children, Alex (Wendy), Joshua Robert (Spike) (Jessie), and Christine Irene; four grandsons, one granddaughter, and a grand bunny who’ll hold a special place in his family’s heart. He is also survived by his siblings, numerous nieces and nephews, extended family, and many friends.

Fred’s life was about more than the years he lived or the struggles he faced. It was about the family he loved, the things he enjoyed, the miles he traveled, the cars he worked on, the rides on his Harley, and the memories he leaves behind. We wish we could have had more time with him. There were still more places to go, more memories to make, and more days we thought we would have together. But we will carry Fred with us in the stories we tell, the memories we share, and the little reminders of him that show up when we least expect them.

Fred will be missed more than words can say. He was loved, he will always be part of our family, and he will never be forgotten.

Jim spent his school years in Toledo, Ohio. He attended Mercy College of Nursing, graduating in 1984. Jim’s first nursing job was at Pine Ridge Hospital in Lander, Wyoming. His love for the area kept him in Lander, where he remained until his passing.

Jim loved being outdoors. In his younger years, he enjoyed fishing, camping, hunting, and playing baseball. Later in life, he learned to play pickleball, which became his true love.

Jim married Carol Kelly on August 9, 1991. In 1993, they welcomed their son, Jared. Jim was very involved in every sport and activity Jared participated in and, at times, was even able to help coach some of his games.

Jim is survived by his wife, Carol; son, Jared (Kamrin); brother, Michael (Kitty); sister, Tammy (Ray); stepmother-in-law, Alice; and many nieces and nephews.

Jim was preceded in death by his parents, Edward and Lola Bell, as well as both sets of grandparents.

A Celebration of Life will take place on June 12, 2027.

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Robert was born in Grant, Nebraska on Friday, December 2, 1949, to Ralph and Elvah Dare Busch Harmier Brockman. He was the oldest of four children, followed by Brian, Rita, and Keith “Maverick”. He was raised in Ogallala, Nebraska and graduated from Ogallala High. From high school he attended Chadron State College and ran up and down the road rodeoing.

After a start in real estate in Fort Collins, Colorado he joined his dad and two brothers in Hanna, Wyoming where they ran a construction company and redi-mix and served as Mayor for the Town of Hanna.

Robert moved to Wheatland, in 1982 to manage the Flying X Ranch, establishing his home, raising his family, and creating lifelong friendships in Wheatland. In 1988, Keyhole Land Company, his real estate and appraisal business, was established and grew into the successful business it is today.

He was totally committed to his business and lifelong learning regardless of the topic. He was a successful businessman and a public servant, earning multiple accreditations and serving on several local, state, and national boards.

Among the many boards he served, he brought a wealth of knowledge and common sense while creating many friendships along the way. DSI, Diversified Services, Inc. was one of his first roles as a board member where he and several close friends governed the program for challenged individuals to live a productive life. To this day and taken with him, he treasures the people and opportunities he had with that program.

With his inquisitive mind, and forward thinking, he also served on the National Rural Cooperative Financing Corporation board and was still in service on the Wheatland Rural Electric Association Board and Platte County Planning and Zoning Commission.

Although he had considerable success in his business ventures, family was of utmost importance to him and extends well beyond his blood relations. He was a doer and worked hard to provide opportunities for many. He loved his animals, following all his “boys” on the rodeo trail and spending time helping his friends and neighbors. He never met a stranger and usually left a trail of memories or smiles wherever he went, and the many memories will continue to bring smiles to many.

After taking care of everyone, he finally took time to check an item off his bucket list and received his pilot’s license for flying a helicopter. His love of aviation was part of his adventurous, curious nature as well as travel, roping, and hunting.

Robert is survived by his daughter, Brook and her husband J.T. Guest; son, Seth and wife Jalea and their boys Ivan and Ike, all residing in Wheatland; brother, Brian Brockman of Cheyenne; sister, Rita and her husband Tom Lubnau of Gillette, Wyoming; and their children and grandchildren. Survivors also include his extended family of Brockmans and Mannings and all of their families. He was preceded in death by his parents Ralph and Elvah and brother Keith (Maverick) Brockman.

Bob’s formative years in western Nebraska created a lifelong love of all things cowboy, ranching, and wide-open spaces. As his health became compromised, he only wished to ride his horse one more time and spend time with his grandchildren. He was all Cowboy and tough as Hell. He was hard working, did not tolerate fools and spoke his mind. Friends and family admired his work ethic, wisdom, and intelligence.

He loved his family, community and his lifelong friends and will continue to watch over them from Heaven.

A celebration of Robert’s life will be held on Saturday, October 31, 2026 at 11:00 A.M. at the Saint Patrick’s Catholic Church in Wheatland, with meal and fellowship at the Agriplex immediately following the service.

Gorman Funeral Homes – Platte Chapel are in charge of the arrangements.

Condolences can be sent to the family at www.gormanfh.com

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Jenny graduated from East High in 1966 and went on to build a long and steady career, working for the State of Wyoming for 36 years. Her commitment and perseverance were reflected not only in her work, but in the way she lived every part of her life. She was known as a super kind woman, and also as someone wonderfully stubborn and strong.

That strength carried her through life and was especially evident in the love and determination with which she raised her children by herself, an accomplishment that remained among the things she was most proud of. Her children were, above all, the center of her heart.

In her younger years, Jenny was an avid runner, enjoyed making crafts, and volunteering for Safe House. She also loved watching Western movies, a simple pleasure that brought her enjoyment over the years. Whether in motion, meeting life head-on, or relaxing with a favorite film, she brought the same resilient spirit to all she did.

She is survived by her sons, Mathew Rusk and Jeffrey Rusk, who were her greatest pride and joy. She is also survived by her sister, Winnie Talkington. Jenny had five grandkids; Michael Wester (Susie), Kristina Madden (Charlie), Austin Rusk (Alyssa), Cortland Kazol (Wyatt), Rebecca Fryman (Wyatt), and eleven great grand-kids. She is also survived by nieces and a nephew and by all who loved her and were shaped by her strength, care, and enduring example.

Jenny was preceded in death by her first husband, Ted Rusk; her second husband, Ed Christman; her father, Virgil Houghton; her mother, Rosalie Houghton; her brothers, Steven, who died as a baby, and Tom; and her nephew, Casey Talkington.

Jenny will be remembered for her strength, her determination, her kindness, and the fierce love she gave to her family. Her life was one of perseverance and heart, and her memory will remain a lasting comfort to those who knew and loved her.

A Vigil for the Deceased will be held Tuesday, November 3, from 7:00 to 8:00 PM at Schrader, Aragon and Jacoby Funeral Home.

The Funeral Mass will be held Wednesday, November 4, from 1:00 to 2:00 PM at St. Mary’s Cathedral. Burial will follow from 2:00 to 3:00 PM at Cheyenne Memorial Gardens. A reception will be held from 3:00 to 5:00 PM at Hartmann Hall, St. Mary’s Cathedral.

We think our DAD was pretty great! As you read this, we hope you get to know him through our eyes. Sit back and enjoy reading about the man we love so much. We will always picture him starting each day sitting in his swivel reclining chair with a cup of steaming hot black coffee with two ice cubes to cool it off. Two ice cubes in hot coffee should give you a hint about his goofy quirks, but we wouldn’t have changed a single thing about him.

Duane Eugene Curtis was born in Loveland, Colorado, the oldest of two sons, but Worland, Wyoming, was home. He went to Worland public schools through grade 8. He did his high school years at Campion Academy in Loveland, Colorado, and graduated in 1954. For higher education, he attended Union College in Lincoln, Nebraska, and Southern College of Optometry in Memphis, Tennessee, where he completed his Doctor of Optometry in 1959.

After years of practicing in Loveland, he returned to Worland in 1977 to work alongside his father and brother at Curtis Optometric Clinic, where he helped thousands of people across the Big Horn Basin with their vision. He had once thought about becoming a math teacher, and in a way he got to be one after all. He taught at the kitchen table and the home chalkboard, tutoring his kids and grandchildren, who were not nearly as excited about math equations as he was.

He never got over one high school math teacher who gave him an unfair grade because of the “bell curve”, and even at 90 he would retell the story whenever we brought up math.

In 1976, our parents married and brought together a family of seven kids who loved and adored this new life. Our parents were a match made in heaven, and the two were ready to take on whatever life handed them. They shared fifty years of marriage. Their home is full of beautiful handmade things they created as a sign of their love for each other. When someone in the family was having a crisis or celebration, Mom and Dad showed up no matter how far they had to travel.

Our parents made everything feel easier and Dad always brought that calmness with him.

If you knew Dad, you know he was the calmest person in any room. Not much ruffled him. He had a strong, steady presence. He accepted people for who they were and wherever they were on their journey. He had a way of making everyone comfortable. We loved the gleam in his eye and his quick chuckle, which usually came when something pleased him or when we were about to take his picture. We are going to miss that chuckle and that calm presence so much.

He could make just about anything with his hands. He knit, he painted, and above all he built. His woodshop was his happy place, and the treasures that came out of it are in homes & classrooms of family and friends all over. He even made oak cradles for the grandchildren.

He loved being outdoors, too. In college he spent summers working in the High Park Lookout Fire Tower above Meadowlark Lake, and DJ was only a few months old that first summer. He never lost his love of the mountains. He also never lost his talent for convincing his kids that a trip to cut, split, and stack firewood was a great way to spend a day together.

Dad loved to travel. With the RV they took more than their share of road trips and managed to visit all fifty states and many national parks. They traveled overseas as well, and Kenya was one of his favorites. Still, his heart belonged to Wyoming. As he was driving his RV across America, he made it to San Francisco, California, and he MAY have decided it was a good idea to drive down the famous Lombard Street (IYKYN).

He was met at the bottom of the hill by a guy who told him, “Do not do that again!” Dad missed the No Large Vehicles sign at the top.

Anyone who has sat in his living room knows that his swivel recliner and a stash of candy were never far apart. He also enjoyed a Diet Pepsi most days. It is safe to say that he loved food. Costco probably profited quite a bit due to his candy feedings and the honey mustard salad dressing that was purchased for Dad. We laughed and cried when we saw that he passed with a honey mustard dressing stain on his shirt. He was famous for his big batches of popcorn and for his hamburgers on the grill.

However, he is infamous for his love of strange food combinations: popcorn and milk, grilled PBJ sandwich (with onions), and even liver with onions!!!

If Dad was sitting here helping us write this, he would not let us forget that he was a die-hard fan of the Denver Broncos and the Colorado Rockies and rarely missed a game. He stood by his teams even during the rough seasons. He was loyal and consistent with his teams and his family.

He loved taking pictures of his family, which was no small job with seven kids and, later, a growing crowd of grandchildren. We still laugh about the time we all met in Denver. He set up his film camera and took family photos for two hours, only to realize afterward that there was no film in it. He never lived that down. He became a pro at accidental selfies, which turned into getting a selfie stick from his granddaughter so he could get an improved angle. He kept life interesting!

What mattered most to him was his family. He unconditionally loved and supported his grandchildren in more ways than we can count: Drew, Dillan, Sarah, Wren, Madison, Dustin, Stetson, Vance, Hayden, Allison, Paysen, Karleigh, and Caroline, along with his great-grandchildren. Dad made everyone feel welcomed, important, and seen. Cheers to the man who made our lives so much better.

He was preceded in death by his parents; his son, Duane “DJ” Curtis Jr., in 1993; and his brother, Alden Curtis, in 2023.

Survivors include his loving wife of 50 years, Bette Curtis; children: Daniel Curtis of Loveland, Colorado; LaRonda Curtis Forsey of Berrien Springs, Michigan; Kevin (Kara) Curtis of Cheyenne, Wyoming; Shelly Curtis Barnard of Worland, Wyoming; Curt (Tricia) Curtis of Charlotte, North Carolina; and Derek (Sonia) Curtis of Winter Garden, Florida; 13 grandchildren and 4 great-grandchildren.

Note: A private family memorial will take place in the spring.

Tommy Cecil Cynova (March 17, 1947-October 14, 2026)

It is with heavy hearts that we announce the passing of Tommy Cecil Cynova. Tommy is survived by his sister Debbie and husband Stan Talik of Rio Rancho NM., his four sons, Shane and Renae Cynova of Powell, WY., Andy and Lecia Cynova of Hayden, ID., Stuart and Linda Travis of Fort Collins, CO., and Jason Travis of Afton, WY. He had multiple grandchildren and great grandchildren.

Tommy was born in Amarillo, TX., to Alvin and Jean Cynova. He proudly served in the United States Air Force. After his time in the service, Tommy was employed by Simplot where he worked until he retired.

Tommy enjoyed hunting, fishing, camping, and rides on his side-by-side in the mountains that he loved so much.

Tommy was preceded in death by his beloved wife Brenda Cynova and his parents Alvin and Jean Cynova.

A celebration of life will be held in the spring in Afton, WY.

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Kenny will be remembered with love by those who knew him best and by the family circle that remains to carry his memory forward. He is survived by his brother Frank Dessoye; his daughter, Samantha Siegel and her husband Zack and their children Sydney, Harry, and Ayden his brothers, Donald and Thomas Dessoye; his sister, Jane Dessoye; and by his sister-in-law, Tondra Shong and her children Kadie Ehlert and Kaleb Shong.He also leaves behind sister-in-law Phyllis Dessoye and their children, Derick and Melissa Dessoye, His memory will also be cherished by his nephew Brandon Dessoye, his niece Rachael Legari, and his nephew Michael Legari.

He was preceded in death by his father, Bernard “Bud” Dessoye Sr.; by his mother, Anne (Annie Cool) Dessoye; by his brother, Bernard Dessoye Jr.; and by his sister, Barbara Legari. Their memory remained part of the family story that shaped Kenny’s own life, and now he is reunited with them.

Kenny’s passing leaves a quiet space in the lives of those who called him family, but also a lasting gratitude for the years they shared with him. May his memory bring comfort to those who mourn him and remain a source of strength, warmth, and remembrance in the days ahead.

He came back to Laramie where he met his wife Catherine while being co-supervisors and they married October 18th, 1980 in Des Moines, IA.

Work circumstances with the Forest Service got them into the restaurant industry where he worked at Home Bakery and Cafe Ole. In 1985, he was offered the chance to purchase the business and Larry and Cathy ran that for 15 years and turned it into LC Catering that kept him busy until he officially retired from catering in 2023.

While running the restaurant, he lived a very full life outside of that. He kept up with his three kids and their pursuits. He was an avid recreational athlete, playing softball, basketball and broomball for many years. He also coached little league baseball in the 90s and umpired for the city softball leagues and most recently the Laramie Girls Softball club. He was a presence around town both professionally and in his free time.

He was incredibly generous with his time with his family and friends. He spent his retirement doing things he loved, spending time with his wife, seeing friends in his hometown and visiting with family around the country. He made everyone feel like they had someone they could count on if they needed him. He also had a passion for music and movies, doling out random facts about actors and musicians.

He was an avid sports fan as well, cheering on all his Chicago teams and following along with which ever soccer club was playing that day.

Trying to sum up Buddha in a few paragraphs isn’t easy. Those who knew him, know there is so much more and everyone has their own “Buddha story”. One where he made them laugh, gave them comfort and support, or just helped them however he could. He was a great storyteller himself and that is one of the many things that will be missed with him being gone.

He is survived by his wife of 46 years, Catherine and his children Catlin Fairfield of Laramie, Hannah Koeppl (Dan) of Boise, ID, and Benjamin Fairfield (Vicki) of Jacksonville, FL. His 5 grandchildren, Aeryn Fairfield, Emma and James Koeppl, and Charlotte and Josephine Fairfield. His sisters, Susan Nelson and Jeannie Gebbia and sister-in-law Therese Fairfield. As well as many friends who became family all over the country.

Cremation will take place and a celebration of life will be held in Laramie, WY on May 31st. More details to come. In lieu of flowers, please donate in Buddha’s name to your own favorite charity.

Fred was born in Abington, Pennsylvania. His early life was spent in bucolic rural Bucks County. After joining the Marines, Fred started a family and became involved in his local community. He was a Boy Scout Master school board member and Deacon in the church.

Fred worked as a union, carpenter and cabinet maker before retiring to Wyoming to hunt, collect guns, and search the prairie for “treasure”. He would often take his finds to the local museum to discuss and learn about what he had found. Fred was also a gun collector and spent many hours at local gun ranges and gun shows enjoying the company of others with the same interests.

Services for Fred will be held in private.

In lieu of flowers, please donate to a local pet shelter: Lander Pet Connection, 120 Chittim Rd. Lander, WY 82520, or Last Chance Ranch, PO Box 1009, Quakertown, PA 18951.

Born in Watertown, South Dakota, on September 20, 1954, Dan grew up and attended school in Hayti, South Dakota. He pursued his love of music at South Dakota State University, majoring in music and playing in the SDSU Marching Band. It was in the college band that he met Catherine “Cathy” Hedge. The two were married in July 1975, beginning a life centered around family, community, and song.

In 1977, Dan and Cathy moved to Powell, Wyoming, where Dan joined Cathy’s parents’ business, Hedge Music. In 1981, they settled in Worland to open the Worland Hedge Music, which became a cornerstone for school band students in the Big Horn Basin. Together they welcomed two children, Tyler in 1981, and Heidi in 1984. Following Cathy’s passing in August 1996, Dan was blessed to find love again, marrying Nancy Kaiser in May 1997.

Their marriage created a loving blended family with Nancy’s three children, Kelly, Andrew, and Rebecca.

A passionate musician, Dan founded and directed the PSALM Choir and the Sugar Beats vocal group, played in the community band, and frequently acted in and directed musicals at the Washakie Museum. Of all his roles on stage, his favorite was portraying Tevye in Fiddler on the Roof.

Dan’s creativity was equally evident in his woodworking shop. A skilled craftsman, he designed and built the hanging cross, baptismal font, and candlestick holders used at Grace Lutheran Church, where he was an active member and long-time treasurer. His handcrafted pieces were also cherished gifts to family and friends over the years.

Deeply committed to civic life, Dan generously gave his time to the Rotary Club, Chamber of Commerce, Community Concerts, School Board, Planning Commission, and the Downtown Beautification Project. He also played an integral role on the board and in the design and planning of the Washakie Museum and Cultural Center.

Driven by the mission that “No kid sleeps on the floor in our town!” Dan and Nancy co-founded the local chapter of Sleep in Heavenly Peace. Dan expanded his impact by serving as the Regional Support Lead across five states, helping deliver beds to children in need across the region.

Reflecting on his own life’s work, Dan shared: “For those outside the family, I hope they remember me as a generous person that wasn’t afraid to volunteer when I saw there was a need. I want to be remembered as a musician, a businessman, and a volunteer.”

Dan was preceded in death by his first wife, Catherine (Hedge) Frederick; his mother, Roselyn Arlette (Stormo) Frederick; his stepmother, Cindy Frederick; his parents-in-law, Paul and Lois Hedge and Harold and Grace Sandness; and his best friend, Greg Kaiser.

He is survived by his wife, Nancy Frederick; his children, Tyler Frederick of Worland, Heidi (Chris) Donofrio of Massapequa, New York, Kelly (Terry) Kaiser Borning of Gilbert, Arizona, Rebecca (Tim) Kaiser of Rimrock, Arizona, and Andrew (Tressa) Kaiser of Wellington, Colorado; his father, Willis Verle Frederick of Hayti, South Dakota; his brother, Randy (Cindy) Frederick; his sister, Tina (David) Harrenga; his brother-in-law, Randy (Holly) Hedge; his sister-in-law, Dorothy (Chuck) Erstad; his brother-in-law, Larry (Karen) Sandness and his seven grandchildren, Trevor and Stephanie Kaiser Borning, Miles and Charlotte Kaiser-Callen, and Olive, Calvin, and Daisy Donofrio along with many special nieces and nephews.

Memorial services will be held 11:00 AM, Friday, October 30, 2026 at Grace Lutheran Church with Pastor Tim Trippel officiating. Dan’s family requests that in lieu of flowers please make memorial gifts to Grace Lutheran of Worland, Sleep in Heavenly Peace, or the Washakie Hospital Foundation. Memorials may be sent to PO Box 524, Worland, Wyoming 82401. Online condolences may be made at www.bryantfuneralhomeonline.com.

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Lonnie’s journey brought him to Cheyenne, Wyoming, where he was adopted by Gladys and Luther Harwood. It was there that his life continued to unfold, shaping the man who would become a devoted family member, a proud veteran, and a friend to many. Lonnie proudly served in the United States Army during the Vietnam conflict. Following his military service, he built a career with Chevron Oil, from which he eventually retired. Retirement, however, did not mean slowing down.

Later in life, he took a job at the landfill, which he often said was his favorite job. His appreciation for the simple joys of life and his willingness to find fulfillment in unexpected places were a reflection of his humble and genuine nature. Lonnie had a love for adventure and staying active. He participated in the Senior Olympics, traveling to various places to compete and enjoy the experience. He also enjoyed fishing, making memories through time spent outdoors.

Whether traveling for competition, enjoying a day of fishing, or simply spending time with those around him, Lonnie found joy in the experiences life offered. Above all, Lonnie was a man of faith. His relationship with God remained an important part of his life, even until his final days, when he continued to write journal entries to God. His faith was more than something he believed; it was a part of who he was and how he lived.

He will be remembered for the kindness he extended to others, his generous heart, and his willingness to lend a helping hand to anyone in need. He gave freely of himself and left a lasting impression on those fortunate enough to know him. Lonnie married the love of his life, Arlyce, on December 7, 1982. Though she preceded him in death, the love they shared remains part of the legacy he leaves behind.

He is survived by his children, Stacy, Stuart, and Stephanie; his stepdaughters, Jody Bettinson, Jill (Fred) Coles, and Joel (Phillip) O’Driscoll; 15 grandchildren; and 20 great-grandchildren, all of whom carry forward a part of his story and legacy. He was preceded in death by his beloved wife, Arlyce; parents, Luther and Gladys; his grandsons, Andrew and Justin; and his great-granddaughter, Renezmae.

Lonnie’s life was a testament to the importance of faith, family, hard work, and a generous spirit. Though he will be deeply missed, his memory will live on in the hearts of his family and friends, in the lessons he taught through the way he lived, and in the countless acts of kindness he extended throughout his life. His legacy is one of love freely given, faith held close, and a life that made a difference to others.

As his family says goodbye, they can take comfort in knowing that the faith he carried throughout his life remained with him until the end. His earthly journey is complete, but the love he shared and the memories he leaves behind will continue for generations to come.

Our family would like to send a special thank you to his hospice nurse Emily for her love and kindness.

A Celebration of Life will be held Saturday, November 7, from 11:30 AM to 2:00 PM at the Train Depot, 10 10th St., Evanston, Wyoming. There will be a luncheon to follow.

Mona was born on Saturday, September 15, 1934 in Wheatland, Wyoming to Melvin Clayton “Breezy” Bloem and Arlene Vida (Schnase) Fowler. She grew up in Douglas and attended Douglas High School.

On October 26, 1953, Mona married Maurice Steve Henson. They shared many years together and raised a family.

Steve passed away June 27, 2000. Mona carried his memory with her for the next 26 years. On October 25, 2026, beneath the Hunter’s Moon, Mona peacefully left this world just on day before what would have been their 73rd wedding anniversary. After 26 years apart, Mona and Steve are now reunited, their love story continuing beyond this life.

Mona enjoyed spending time with her family, baking, gardening, watching and listening to birds, and cheering on Wyoming Cowgirls basketball. She also had a special love for snowmen. She was known for her cinnamon rolls and for working for the school district, where she cooked and prepared school lunches for over 30 years.

Family meant everything to Mona. One of her greatest blessings was watching her family grow through the generations. She had the remarkable joy of seeing three sets of five generations within her family, a beautiful legacy of love that will continue for years to com.

Mona is survived by her children, Jane (Phil Clair) Henson, Andy (Kathi) Henson, Tom (Brenda) Henson, and Ben (Brenda Ferguson) Henson; two grandchildren, Mandy (Jason) Reisener, Kristen (Zeth) Campbell, A.J.

(Michelle) Henson, Clint (Rae) Henson, Grant (Carly) Henson, Ryan (Laura) Henson, Adam (Rachel) Henson, Erin Henson, Kellie (Dalton) Alexander, and Mike Henson; fifteen great grandchildren; and six great-great grandchildren; and her sister, Margo Shoemaker. She also leaves behind nieces, nephews, cousins, and many friends that she loved dearly.

She was preceded in death by her husband, Maurice Steve Henson; her parents, Melvin “Breezy” Bloem and Arlene Vida Fowler; and her brother, Orville Melvin Bloem.

A visitation will be held for family and friends on Friday, November 6, 2026 from 4:00 P.M. to 7;00 P.M. at Gorman Funeral Homes-Converse Chapel, 1147 Cheyenne Street, Douglas, Wyoming.

Graveside services will be held on Saturday, November 7, 2026 at 1:00 P.M. at the Douglas Park Cemetery in Douglas, Wyoming followed by a Celebration of Life at the Ruthe James Williams Memorials Conference Center, 400 West Center Street, Douglas, Wyoming.

The Gorman Funeral Homes-Converse Chapel of Douglas, Wyoming is in charge of the arrangements. Condolences may be sent to the family at www.gormanfh.com

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She had three siblings: Robert Lee, Charles Lee, and Pat Mistretta, who are all still living. Bobbie had fond memories of vacationing at the family cabin on Cobb Island in Maryland. She remembers catching frogs and snakes and fishing.

Bobbie graduated from Surrattsville Senior High School in Maryland on June 8, 1964. During high school, she worked at the Clinton dry cleaner’s, where she met her future husband, Kenneth Allan Huylar. He was serving in the United States Navy.

After graduation on June 20th, 1964, they were married at the Clinton, Maryland, Courthouse. After a short time in Maryland, Kenneth left service, and Bobbie and Ken returned to his home state of California. They lived in Recida, California; Canoga Park, California; Westlake Village, California; and Thousand Oaks, California.

They were blessed with two children, Robert Lee Huylar and Leanne Huylar Bland. After 20 years of marriage, Bobbie and Ken Divorced. In the years that followed, Bobbie went back to school and pursued a career in cosmology. After her son, Robert, joined the Air Force and was stationed at F.E. Warren AFB, Bobbie moved to Cheyenne to be with him and his family.

She worked for her beloved Hitching Post, where she was a staple at the front desk and was the front desk manager. She especially loved legislative season and made friends with many of the legislators who came year after year.

After 20 years of being divorced from Kenneth, they reconnected; he came to Cheyenne, and they became a couple again but never remarried. He was her faithful companion for life.

Bobbie fell in love with the cabin owned by her daughter-in-law’s family in Red Feather Lakes, Colorado. She spent many days fishing and on the lake as it reminded her of her beloved Cobb Island.

Bobbie had seven grandchildren and two great-grandchildren when she passed. At the end of her life, she was surrounded and cared for in-home hospice by her son Robert Lee Huylar and her daughter-in-law Lynn Storey-Huylar, as it was her wish to die at home.

Bobbie is survived by her companion and ex-husband, Kenneth Allan Huylar; son, Robert Lee Huylar, and wife, Lynn Storey-Huylar; and daughter, Leanne Bland, and her husband, Leland Bland. She was grandmother to Brad, Megan, Ryan, Katie, Valerie, Steven Lee, and Dillon. She had three great-grandchildren as well.

She will be missed by all.

Dr. Jacquot began his forty-one-year teaching career at the University of Wyoming in 1960 and later taught at Purdue University and the University of California, Davis. In 1976, he was a visiting scholar in the Department of Aeronautics and Astronautics at Stanford University. He retired as Professor of Electrical and Computer Engineering in 2001 and, at the time of his death, was Professor Emeritus.

His professional interests included vibration, dynamics, and automatic control systems, and he authored more than one hundred papers on these subjects and on engineering education. Dr. Jacquot also authored three textbooks in systems engineering, a review manual for the Professional Engineers Examination in Power Engineering, and several computer software packages for control system design and dynamic system animation. During his academic career, he served as head of the University of Wyoming Electrical Engineering Department and received numerous UW and regional teaching awards. He was selected as one of fifty exemplary alumni of Casper College on its 50th anniversary in 1995 and was named the college’s Distinguished Alumnus in 2007.

His professional memberships included the Institute of Electrical and Electronics Engineers (IEEE), the American Society of Mechanical Engineers (ASME), and the American Society for Engineering Education (ASEE). He was elected ASEE Fellow in 2003. Dr. Jacquot was a registered Professional Engineer and a past president and honorary member of the Wyoming Engineering and Surveying Society. In 2007, he was honored with the WES President’s Engineer of the Year Award and was named Wyoming Eminent Engineer in 2008. He was a member of the honor societies Sigma Tau, Phi Kappa Phi, Sigma Xi and Tau Beta Pi.

For more than 50 years, Dr. Jacquot was an active mountaineer, rock climber, and cross-country skier and was a member of the American Alpine Club. He was particularly proud of his ascents in the Tetons, Big Horn Mountains, Wind River Range, and on Devils Tower. In the last several decades, he especially enjoyed exploration of the canyons, ruins, and rock art of the Four Corners region of Utah. In the last decade of his life, Ray discovered his passion for painting landscape scenes from his mountaineering and canyon adventures.

Ray was an avid conservationist and a life member of the Izaak Walton League, which he served as Travelle Chapter President, President of the Wyoming Division, and Regional Governor.

He had many close friends with whom he shared his outdoor and conservation activities. These long-term friendships were highly valued, and he particularly enjoyed renewing them.

Dr. Jacquot was preceded in death by his father, Francis and mother, Mable, of Casper; and his brother, Jon, of Cheyenne. He is survived by his wife, Janice, and his son, Byron, of Westminster, Colorado; and two brothers, Neal, of Boise, Idaho, and Fred and his wife, Judy, of Casper.

No services will be held at his request. A Celebration of Life will be held at a later date. Memorial contributions may be made to the Izaak Walton League of America Endowment, 10598 Hotvedt Road, Amherst Junction, WI 54407, or to a charity of the donor’s choice.

Pat was born on March 17, 1937 to Lionel “Shimmey” John and Mary Machetta John. She graduated from Kemmerer High School in 1955.

Most people are lucky to find love once in a lifetime. Pat was blessed three times.

She married Beryl Logan in 1956 and together they raised three daughters. He preceded her in death in 1987. A lot of their leisure time was spent in the Wind River Mountains, camping and fishing. At 79 years old, Pat, with family, hiked four miles to one of their favorite lakes, and spent the day out fishing everyone.

Pat married Joe Jaramillo in 1990. They spent many years happily enjoying retirement, traveling, and playing music. As they explored new places, they fell in love with San Antonio and spent several winters there. While staying in a RV park there, they played for the dances at the rec center and made many new friends. Joe preceded her in death in 2015.

Pat spent her last years with Stan Thompson, and it was a joy to see how happy they were together. They traveled and spent many hours in the desert, looking for arrowheads and exploring. They were always laughing.

She worked for many years in the Sweetwater County Clerk Office. She loved her job and made many great friends there. Until two years ago, she owned and operated the mobile home park that she and Beryl bought in the 1960’s. With Joe’s and Stan’s help, she kept it as beautiful as ever. She had a green thumb, and her yard and flowers were always incredible.

Pat is survived by her beloved, Stan Thompson, and her three daughters and sons-in-law, Kathryn and David Hooton and Bonnie and Jim LaFond of Lyman, Wyoming, and Julie and Gary Gonder of Green River. She is also survived by her seven grandchildren, Bandie, Jody and Shane Hooton, Crystal and Clayton LaFond, Jesey Gonder and Josey Hichert, as well as 20 great grandchildren, several nieces and nephews, and Joe’s and Stan’s families.

Pat was preceded in death by her parents, husbands Beryl Logan and Joe Jaramillo, and her brother and sister-in-law Leonard and Carol John.

Cremation will take place. At Pat’s request, there will be no services. Inurnment will be in Riverview Cemetery.

Pat’s family would like to thank Deer Trail and Hospice of Sweetwater County for their love and care. Please consider a donation in Pat’s name to one or both of these wonderful organizations.

Mark Klein was born on December 22, 1958, in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. He was a beloved son, brother, husband, father, uncle, and friend whose life was defined by adventure, hard work, generosity, and an unwavering love for his family.

Mark moved to Wyoming around 1970, where he would eventually make Casper his home. His life was full of adventure from an early age. After high school, he traveled to Australia with little more than a tool bag, finding work along the way as he explored the world. From Australia, he continued to Hawaii, where he lived with his uncle for a short time before returning to the mainland. Mark’s heart had long belonged to Cindy, whom he began dating in high school. Their love grew through the years, and they married in 1983, building a life together filled with memories, challenges, dreams, and a love that endured. After they married, Mark and Cindy went to Colorado, where he studied solar panel installation before returning to Casper and beginning the next chapter of his life.

Cindy was his partner through every chapter, and together they raised their sons, Matt and Jakob. They also carried the memory of their daughter, Kesha, who passed away shortly after birth and remained forever part of their family.

In 1987, Mark and Cindy moved to Las Vegas, where he put his construction skills to work. In 1996, they moved to Utah to be closer to home, before returning to Casper in 2000. There, Mark started his own business, MC Construction, turning his talent, determination, and strong work ethic into something of his own.

In 2004, Mark and Cindy began building their dream home. For two years, they poured their hearts into creating a place where they could enjoy the life they had worked so hard to build together. Just weeks before they were scheduled to move in, the unimaginable happened: the house burned down. It was a heartbreaking loss, but it was only one chapter in a life that was defined by perseverance, love, and the ability to keep moving forward.

Mark’s greatest accomplishments, however, could never be measured in buildings or projects. They were measured in the lives he touched and the people he loved. He never had grandchildren of his own, but that never stopped him from being a grandfather figure to many. He loved showing up for the children in his family and his friends’ families, cheering them on and supporting them in all their sporting endeavors. Whether he was in the stands or on the sidelines, his presence was a reminder that they were loved, encouraged, and never alone. Mark never needed a title to love a child as his own, and the many young lives he supported were a testament to how big his heart truly was.

Mark had a boisterous laugh that could fill a room and a generous spirit that will stay with those who knew him forever. He was the kind of person who would give you the shirt off his back, but his generosity went far beyond that. He helped people regardless of where they stood in life, never judging someone by whether they were up or down. He didn’t wait for people to ask for help. If he saw a need, he found a way to fill it before the request was ever made. That was simply who Mark was: someone who cared deeply and showed that care through his actions.

Mark loved the outdoors, especially hunting and camping in the Shirley Mountains with friends and family. He treasured the time spent in the mountains, enjoying the beauty of Wyoming, sharing stories, laughing, and making memories with the people he loved. Those outdoor adventures were another reflection of Mark’s adventurous spirit and his appreciation for the simple things in life. The memories made in the Shirley Mountains will live on in the hearts of those who shared those special times with him.

Mark also loved spending time at the lake, making many wonderful memories during summers at Pathfinder. Those summers were a special part of his life, filled with the kind of moments that make lasting memories with family and friends. Whether he was enjoying time at the lake, hunting and camping in the mountains, cheering on the kids he loved, traveling to new places, or simply taking in a beautiful view, Mark knew how to appreciate the people and experiences that made life meaningful.

His love of adventure never faded. Even while working and building his business, Mark always made room to appreciate the world around him. If he was driving somewhere and came across a scenic lookout, he would stop to take in the view. He understood that life was about more than reaching a destination; it was also about appreciating the moments along the way.

At the time of his passing, Mark was working on what he considered his last project: building a house for his brother-in-law and wife. He and Cindy were looking forward to retirement, with plans to travel together and explore more of the world. Though those plans remained unfinished, Mark’s adventurous spirit, love of travel, and appreciation for life’s simple moments will continue to inspire everyone who knew him.

Mark is survived by his beloved wife of 43 years, Cindy; his sons, Matt and Jakob; and his siblings, Todd, Cindy, Patrick, Brian and his wife, Lesa, and Jennifer. He also leaves behind nieces, nephews, extended family, and the many children he embraced as his own through love and support.

He was preceded in death by Gail Brown, Tim Klein, and his beloved daughter, Kesha.

Mark will be remembered for his adventurous heart, his dedication to his craft, his boundless generosity, his love for his family, and the boisterous laugh that will forever echo in the memories of those who loved him. He showed us that family is not only who we are born to, but also who we choose to love, support, and stand beside. His legacy lives on in the homes he built, the lives he helped, the children he cheered for, the summers spent at Pathfinder, the hunting and camping trips in the Shirley Mountains, the places he explored, and the countless memories he leaves behind.

Though he and Cindy may not have made it to the retirement adventures they dreamed of sharing, Mark’s spirit will continue to travel with everyone whose life he touched.

He was deeply loved, he will be profoundly missed, and he will never be forgotten.

In lieu of flowers, the family asks that donations be made in Mark’s memory to Special Olympics Wyoming or I-Reach. Your generosity will honor Mark’s loving spirit and his lifelong commitment to supporting and encouraging others. The family appreciates your kindness and support as we celebrate Mark’s life and the lasting impact he made on so many.

An open-house celebration of life will be held on Saturday, October 31st at 10:30 a.m. at The Hangar in Bar Nunn.

Please join us for food, drinks, laughter, and memories as we come together to celebrate Mark’s life, share stories, and remember the incredible person he was. We invite everyone whose life Mark touched to gather with us, honor his memory, and celebrate the love, laughter, and lasting memories he leaves behind.

We look forward to sharing this time together as we remember Mark and the many ways he made our lives better.

He was born on Friday, March 31, 1939, in Rock Springs, Wyoming, to Marion Robert Knezovich and Mary Estelle Knezovich, who preceded him in death.

Edward, affectionately known as Ozzie, grew up in Superior, Wyoming, where he attended local schools and graduated from Superior High School in 1957. Shortly after graduation, Ozzie enlisted in the United States Army in 1958, serving his country honorably until his discharge in 1962.

He served in the United States Army Special Forces (Green Beret) in the Cold War.

After his military service, Ozzie embarked on a fulfilling career at Jim Bridger Coal, dedicating 20 years as a shift supervisor until his retirement in 1998. His strong work ethic and leadership were admired by those who worked alongside him.

A man of faith, Ozzie was a dedicated member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. He was also passionate about outdoor activities, participating avidly in hunting, fishing, archery, and rock hunting. His membership in the Firehole Archery Community was a testament to his love for the sport.

Ozzie is survived by his loving family, including his son, Ozzie Dean Knezovich, and his wife, Paula, of Superior, Wyoming; his daughter, Kim A. Knezovich of Sunset, Utah; and his cherished grandchildren, Jessica Knezovich, Jenny Day and her husband, Robbie, Nikoli Knezovich and his wife, Spring, Joshua Knezovich, and Isaac Knezovich. He was a proud great-grandfather to six great-grandchildren: Kade, Carter, Ty, Marko, Kain, and Ronin. He is also remembered fondly by several cousins, nieces, and nephews.

Ozzie was preceded in death by his parents, his beloved son, Edward F. Knezovich Jr., and his brothers, William D. Knezovich, Marion Robert Knezovich Jr., and Anthony D. Knezovich.

The family wishes to extend their gratitude for the outpouring of love and support during this difficult time and respectfully requests that any donations in Ozzie’s memory be made to the Hospice of Sweetwater County, 333 Broadway Street, Suite 220, Rock Springs, Wyoming 82901.

Cremation will take place; a Private Family Service will be conducted at a later date.

Friends and family are invited to leave condolences and share memories of Ozzie at www.vasefuneralhomes.com. As we mourn his passing, we also celebrate a life well-lived and the enduring legacy he leaves behind.

May he rest in peace, forever remembered and dearly missed.

He moved to Kemmerer, Wyoming in his early teens, and made it his home for over 40 years before moving to Laramie, Wyoming, where he spent the last 10 years of his life.

If there is one thing Nate will always be remembered for, it is how good he was at making people feel special, seen, and accepted for exactly who they were, without judgement. It didn’t matter who you were, where you came from, what you believed, or what kind of life you lived, Nate never judged anyone for being themselves, and he didn’t spend his own life worrying about what other people thought of him either. He was unapologetically himself, even if that meant being different from everyone around him.

He lived life on his own terms and accepted other people in the same way.

The other thing most people will always love about Nate is that he was funny – REALLY funny. He could make anyone laugh, no matter their age, background, or personality. He had a sharp wit and a wonderfully irreverent, unfiltered, and unique sense of humor. He was always looking for an opportunity to stir up a little trouble just to get a reaction. He had a special way of making kids laugh, and Grandma Kay’s daycare gave him plenty of opportunity to do just that.

“Uncle Nate,” as all the daycare kids affectionately knew him, would show up without warning, terrorize the kids, get them riled up and laughing hysterically, and make poor Grandma Kay go crazy and kick him out for bad behavior. If there was one thing you could count on with Nate around, it was plenty of laughter.

Nate had a lot of passions in life, but anyone that knew him knew guns were at the top of the list. He absolutely loved guns. He knew just about everything there was to know about them and loved shooting them (i.e., blowing stuff up!), working on them, buying them, and bonding over them with his closest friends. It was a huge part of who he was, and everybody knew Nate as the gun guy.

Nate was also an incredible and naturally talented artist. During his years in Kemmerer, he created artwork for many people, airbrushing motorcycle helmets and snowmobile hoods; painting signs for local businesses; and even designing headstones for friends and family. His artwork can still be seen throughout Kemmerer and will continue to bring joy to the many people who are fortunate enough to have a piece of it.

Another one of Nate’s passions in life was history. As a self-declared history nerd, Nate would spend much of his time watching documentaries, the history channel, reading books, and just learning as much as he possibly could about the past, especially if it was military history. He loved visiting military museums and would often know more about the artifacts in the museum than the people working there. Dragging him away from a conversation about fighter jets or aircraft carriers was nearly impossible.

Nate’s passion for weapons, the military, history, and art all came together in his favorite pastime – building models. A hobby he picked up as a teenager, he spent the rest of his life honing his skill and creating incredible works of art. His children will remember spending hours with him wandering through hobby shops or watching him at his modeling desk in the deepest concentration as he put together exact replicas of his favorite cars, fighter jets, and tanks.

He put his heart and soul into every model he built and was proud to show off each finished piece.

And then there was the music. Nate was a huge fan of rock and heavy metal music, and his love for the genre was infectious. Tool was his favorite band, and if you knew Nate, you knew that you had better like Tool. One of his favorite questions to ask anyone who came around was “Do you like Tool?” and if the answer was no or they didn’t know who Tool was, he would act like he was personally offended in a way that was unmistakably Nate and then put on a Tool song and make you listen to the entire thing.

If you were going to spend time around him, you had better learn to appreciate Tool.

Sharing his love for music was one of his favorite things to do. Nate and his big brown station wagon were responsible for taking an entire generation of Kemmerer teenagers to rock concerts. He would load up the car with his own kids and as many of their rock-loving friends as they could fit and would drive them to Salt Lake City, make sure they were safe, and rock hard with them all night long. For many, including his own children, his passion for rocking out was a gift that will stay with them forever.

As much as Nate loved his hobbies and interests, however, there was nothing he loved more than his family. He was a caring and devoted father who loved his children unconditionally. No matter what life threw at them, or what they might have put him through along the way, he was there, and he loved and supported them through it all. His children will find comfort in knowing that not a day went by that their father didn’t think of them and love them with everything he had.

His love for his grandchildren was just as strong. He absolutely loved being a grandpa and found true joy in spending time with his grandchildren, corrupting their minds as he would always say. They loved listening to his “old man stories,” laughing endlessly at his jokes, and playing with his big floppy ears. He had a special place in his heart for each of them, and they all knew just how much he loved them.

Nate was also incredibly close to his own father, Mark, and some of his most meaningful memories were made alongside him riding horses, branding cows, working on leather, fixing things, and fighting about who had whose tools. Their bond was strong and lasted a lifetime. Losing his dad was one of the hardest things Nate ever experienced, and there is comfort in knowing that he gets to be with his father again.

Nate was truly one of a kind in the best ways possible and will be missed beyond measure by the many people whose lives he touched.

He is survived by his daughter, Jennifer Scucchi of San Diego, CA; sons, Justin (Kelly) Layland of Lehi, UT and Jordan (Tera) Layland of Evanston, WY; six grandchildren, Jonathon, Matthew, Sydney, Abigail, Degan, and Erin; two great grandchildren, Archer and Birdie; sister Leslie Hayes; stepmother Kay Layland; step-siblings Loyde Cobb, Jacquie Louie, and Mike Cobb; and many nieces, nephews, cousins, and friends. He is preceded in death by parents Marquis Layland and Alice Lucille Nate Layland.

A celebration of Nate’s life will be held at the Kemmerer Stake Center cultural hall November 14, 2026, at 11:00am. This will be an informal gathering to share stories and reminisce about all the laughter, fun, chaos, mischief, and love he gave us all and celebrate Nate in a way that is true to who he was.

Bob was born Friday, September 22, 1950 in Douglas the oldest of three Lindmier boys born to William Clyde “Bill” and Irene Vivian (Manning) Lindmier Jr.. After completing his education at the University of Wyoming, he spent time in Colorado and Nebraska before finding his way back home to Douglas. There, he raised his children and rarely missed an opportunity to share breakfast or coffee with his lifelong friends.

Throughout his life, Bob’s work included construction, building, cabinetmaking, woodworking, and fine art. He was an exceptionally talented sculptor and artist with a remarkable ability to envision and create things with his hands. Whether building something functional or creating a piece of art, Bob brought creativity, craftsmanship, and his own unique perspective to everything he did.

If you knew Bob, you knew he was a man of endless ideas. Whether those ideas were practical or possible was never really the point. Bob was a dreamer, a thinker, a collector, and a constant tinkerer. He could see potential in just about anything and truly embodied the saying, “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.”

Although his health sometimes made it difficult to bring his many ideas to life, it never stopped his imagination. With a sharp pencil and a piece of paper or napkin nearby, Bob was always sketching, planning, and dreaming about what could be. His artistic talent and creative mind remained a part of who he was until the very end.

Bob was also passionate about his community and the importance of books and learning. From 2013 to 2019, he served on the library board and foundation. His involvement reflected his appreciation for the library and its role in Douglas. Even after his years of service, Bob maintained a genuine interest in the well-being of the library, its staff, and its collection of books.

Above all, Bob loved his friends fiercely, valued the connections he made throughout his life, and remained deeply tied to the community he called home.

Bob is survived by his wife, Dorothy Lindmier; his son, William W. Lindmier (Hilery); his daughter, Elizabeth Lindmier Kanemoto (Scott); his stepdaughters, Jennifer Blair (Andy) and Jaime VanDyken (Justin); and his grandchildren, Amelia Lindmier, Penelope Lindmier, Sophie Kanemoto, Klay Kanemoto, and Kai Kanemoto.

Bob was preceded in death by his father, Bill, on April 22, 2021 and mother, Irene, on April 19, 2017.

Bob leaves behind a lifetime of memories, countless unfinished ideas, and a reminder that there is always something worth imagining, creating, or giving a second chance.

The family invites you to join them in celebrating Bob’s life and sharing memories over coffee and cookies

The Celebration of Life service will be held Wednesday, November 4, 2026 at 10:00 A.M. at The Barn, 201 South Second Street, Douglas, Wyoming

The Gorman Funeral Homes-Converse Chapel of Douglas, Wyoming is assisting with the arrangements.

Condolences may be sent to the family at www.gormanfh.com

He will be laid to rest with his wife and parents at the cemetery in Shoshoni, Wyoming. Ballard Funeral Home is assisting with arrangements.

At first glance, Dee was the sweet old lady who was a social butterfly with a zest for life. Spending more than just a few minutes with Dee, one would see Dee was genuine, had a heart of gold, and wished happiness for everyone. She would quickly find a home in the heart of anyone that walked into her life and became part of the family for many.

She truly cared about the people who crossed her path and she would find ways to provide encouragement, support, and care by sending little cards, leaving random Post-it notes, sending emails, making phone calls, and reaching out on Facebook.

She also cared deeply about many causes and showed this by donating and volunteering in the community with organizations like Relay for Life and joined the Red Hat Society. She was a faithful Christian and attended Grace United Methodist Church from the time she moved to Cheyenne. In lieu of flowers, Dee has asked that donations be made to Grace United Methodist Church.

She is survived by her kids, grandkids, extended family and will be greatly missed by them, her “bonus” family, and many friends. There will be a celebration of life at Grace United Methodist Church on May 29, 2027. The time is yet to be determined.

A Funeral Service will be held at 11:30 a.m. Monday, November 9, 2026 at Grace Baptist Church, 1603 E Garfield in Laramie.

Billy J. Pape, 93, of Pinedale, Wyoming passed away peacefully October 22, 2026 with his family at his side. A funeral Mass will be held Wednesday October 28th at 11:00 a.m. at Our Lady of Peace Catholic Church in Pinedale. The Rosary-Vigil will be held the evening prior, October 27th at 6:00 p.m. at the church. Interment & military honors will follow the services in the Pinedale Cemetery. A full obituary will follow shortly.   

Richard’s funeral services will be held at 11:00 am on Saturday, October 24th, 2026, at the Albin Community Center in Albin, WY. Interment will follow at Albin Cemetery. A reception will follow with a light lunch at the Albin Community Center. Schrader Aragon& Jacobey Funeral Home in Cheyenne, WY is in charge of the services. It is respectfully requested that in lieu of any flowers, memorials be made in Rich’s honor to the Albin Community food service program or Grace Lutheran Church in Pine Bluffs WY.

Rich rode his horse to a country school until the 7th grade when he transferred to the Albin Schools. He met the love of his life Louise E Clark his senior year. They were married in May of 1956, 70 years ago. Rich was a dry land farmer and raised cattle his entire life. In his later years he drove school buses for the Albin, and Banner County schools. He later worked full time for the Banner County Road Department until he retired in 2005.

Rich has 5 daughters Karen (Jim) Larson, Janet (Lon) Johnson, Gayle Person, Cheryl Dady, Lesli (Ken) Fitzgerald.

In 1960 Rich was baptized and confirmed into the Grace Lutheran Church where he remained as an active member. He served as the Sunday School Superintendent, and Church Elder for many years.

Rich worked hard 7 days a week, 365 days a year, rarely taking a day off for leisure. He was a faithful husband, dedicated dad and a loving grandpa.

Rich is survived by his wife Louise, 5 daughters, 12 grandchildren, 28 great grandchildren and sister JoAnn Taylor, brother-in-law Richard Clark, and numerous nieces and nephews.

He was preceded in death by his parents, infant daughter Susan, an infant brother, and brother Charles, numerous in-laws, aunts and uncles and cousins.

Rich was a man with a huge heart and fun sense of humor. His love for his family can’t ever be replaced.

We would like to thank everyone for their prayers. Also, to the staff at Emerald Court for being so amazing with the care and compassion you provided to him, we are forever grateful.

After graduating, Alice married Arthur W. Redding on September 23, 1954. During their 50-year marriage, they raised 12 children and built a family that grew to include many grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Alice nurtured her family with enduring love, care, and devotion.

In 1964, Alice was baptized as one of Jehovah’s Witnesses. Her faith became a guiding force in her life. She sought to follow the example of Jesus Christ and encouraged her children to do the same. Her kindness, graciousness, and hospitality were well known throughout the community and reflected her deep love for Jehovah God and her Savior, Jesus Christ.

Many in the community knew Alice as the “plant and flower lady” at several local businesses. But one of her greatest joys was sharing Bible truths with others. She found deep satisfaction in helping people discover the hope, comfort, and promises found in God’s Word. Her ministry was more than an activity; it was an expression of her love for Jehovah and her genuine concern for others.

Alice passed away on October 23, 2026, surrounded by loved ones. She leaves behind a cherished legacy of faith, kindness, and love that will continue to live on in the hearts of her family and all those whose lives she touched.

A memorial service will be held at 10:30 a.m. on November 7, 2026, at the Bob Carey Memorial Fieldhouse, 350 Baldwin Creek Road, Lander, Wyoming.

Terrence Marrier of the Congregation of Jehovah’s Witnesses will officiate.

Alice is survived by her children: Meribeth Kendall, Kate Wampler (Jim), Kevin Redding, Kara Lozier (Guy), Arnold Redding, Kim Redding (Angela), Colleen Redding, and Rebekah White Clay (Franklin); as well as many beloved grandchildren, great-grandchildren, nieces, and nephews and to all those who viewed her as Grandma Alice.

She is also survived by her siblings: Ransom Arnold (Hedy), Dema Wilks, and Carla Arnold.

Alice was preceded in death by her beloved husband, Art; her sons, Jack, Kelly, Erin, and Ian Redding, her granddaughter, Raven White Clay LaForge; her great-grandchildren, Alma and Nickoli LaForge.

Siblings: Celia Joe Myers, Bonita Trimmer, and Jeannie Poirot. Brothers- in- laws Jack and Robert Redding, sister-in-law Alma Nicol. Her nephews Wade Appleby, Casey Meyers, Scott Meyers, and Ward Appleby, Tyson Nicol, and Tammy Milleson. Please forgive us for those not named, mom loved them all.

Mom found great comfort in the words recorded at Isaiah 30:15: “Your strength will be in keeping calm and showing trust in the Sovereign Lord Jehovah.” This scripture reflected the faith and trust that guided her throughout her life.

From an early age, Ian had a lifelong dream of driving “big” trucks, and that was the path he chose to pursue. His career took him to many places, where he traveled countless miles and met many people along the way.

Ian married Marsha Gilbert on October 27, 2007, and became a stepfather to Markus and Tristan Gilbert. He was also a stepfather to Chris, Martin, and Ali Bauer.

Two years ago, Ian was involved in a serious truck accident and had been battling health problems ever since. He passed away on October 16, 2026, surrounded by the love of his family.

Ian is survived by his wife, Marsha Redding; his children, Markus and Tristan Gilbert, and Chris, Martin, and Ali Bauer; his mother, Alice Redding; and his siblings, Meribeth, Kendall, Kate Wampler (Jim), Kevin Redding, Kara Lozier (Guy), Arnold Redding, Kim Redding (Angela), Colleen Redding, and Rebekah White Clay (Franklin). He is also survived by three grandchildren, along with many aunts, uncles, and beloved cousins.

He was preceded in death by his father, Arthur Redding; his brothers, Jack, Kelli\y, and Erin Redding; his niece, Raven White Clay Laforge; his great-niece, Alma Laforge; and his great-nephew, Nikoli Laforge.

A memorial service for Ian will be held on November 7, 2026, at 10:30 a.m. at the Bob Carey Memorial Fieldhouse, 350 Baldwin Creek Road, Lander, Wyoming.

Terrence Marrier, Congregation of Jehovah’s Witnesses officiating

Ian will be remembered for his generosity and his willingness to help others whenever he could. His caring nature and the many ways he reached out to help those around him will remain a lasting part of his legacy.

Please sign the online guestbook.

In Loving Memory of Gerald Milton “Gary” Ricley

Born November 14, 1946, in Denver, Colorado, to Arthur Morgan and Pauline Rose Ricley, Gary was a man of remarkable ingenuity, unwavering determination, deep faith, and an unforgettable sense of humor. He knew how to get things done but never believed life should be taken too seriously.

If asked, Gary would say his greatest accomplishment was the family and life he built with his beloved wife, Karen Sue. They met in 1964, and married after two years of courtship, going on to spend 50 years together. They raised four children and created a life rich in love, laughter, and unforgettable memories.

Summers meant weeks of boating, winters brought family ski trips, and he continually prioritized creating memories through family vacations, hunting adventures, late-night card games, and time spent together filled the years. Gary especially loved deer and elk hunting and believed life’s greatest adventures were even better when shared with family and friends, even including his mom on a trip to Hawaii.

Gary’s professional accomplishments were extraordinary. Beginning his career as a mechanic, he worked his way through the ranks of General Motors to become an executive, retiring at just 52 years old. He possessed the mind of an engineer, a natural gift for problem solving, and a work ethic that he used to be successful across several endeavors, both personally and professionally.

Retirement was hardly the end of Gary’s working years. For more than 30 years, he enjoyed a successful ranching and cattle operation on his rolling Wyoming ranch. Alongside his beloved pet horses, chickens, and cattle, Gary and Karen took great pride in caring for the land and creating a haven for wildlife. Their dedication to wildlife habitat improvements earned them the honor of 2011 Landowners of the Year, a recognition of their commitment to conservation and stewardship.

They also welcomed walk-in pheasant hunting on their property, sharing their appreciation for the land and outdoors with others. The ranch became another chapter in a life defined by hard work, ingenuity, and a deep appreciation for nature.

Wonderfully nostalgic, he loved sharing stories from his colorful life, often telling the same favorites again and again. His family could frequently recite them right along with him, but his enthusiasm and familiar punchlines were part of what made him so endearing. Those stories, and the laughter that accompanied them, became treasured family traditions.

His faith in and love for the Lord were central to his life, providing strength and comfort throughout every season. The passing of Karen eleven years ago profoundly changed Gary’s world. After a lifetime together, navigating life without her was never quite the same.

In his later years, Gary faced the challenges of dementia, particularly difficult for a man who had always proudly described his memory as a “steel trap.” Though the disease gradually changed his world, it never erased the man his family loved. When comfortable and at ease, his familiar humor and quick wit still shone through, offering precious glimpses of the storyteller and jokester everyone knew.

Gary lived a full and vibrant life. He worked hard, loved deeply, laughed often, and filled his years with experiences worth remembering. His greatest legacy isn’t measured by professional titles, cattle raised, or places traveled, but by the family he cherished, and the memories he leaves behind.

Gary was preceded in death by his beloved wife, Karen Sue; cherished granddaughter, Elizabeth Rose Dimzoff; parents, Arthur Morgan and Pauline Rose Ricley; and brother, Ronald Arthur Ricley.

He is survived by his four children, Ronda Dimzoff of Frederick, Colorado; Terry Ricley of Burlingame, Kansas; and David Ricley and Sheila Ricley, both of Cheyenne, Wyoming; nine grandchildren; seven great-grandchildren; and many extended family members and friends.

And though Gary may have told the same stories a hundred times, his family would give anything to hear him tell them just once more.

Rest peacefully, Gary. A life well lived, a job well done, and a lifetime of stories left for us to tell.

A celebration of Gary’s life will be held Friday, November 6, 2026, at 1:00 p.m. at Lakeview Chapel at Schrader, Aragon and Jacoby Funeral Home, 2222 Russell Avenue, Cheyenne, Wyoming. [Reception details to be added.]

In lieu of flowers, the family requests memorial contributions to Davis Hospice Center in Cheyenne, Wyoming.

Lyn was born November 1, 1946, in Casper, Wyoming. She was the fourth child and first daughter of Walter R. and Katherine (Reid) Dowler. Lyn grew up in Cheyenne, Wyoming in a house on Pershing Blvd where she would later share happy memories about walking two blocks to school, grabbing ice cream bars with her friends at the local grocer, and endless sibling shenanigans with her gang of brothers, Boyd, Joe, and John. Lucky for Lyn, she would receive a leg up on her brothers when her niece and soul sister, Joleen, came to live with the family at six months old.

As a young lady, Lyn would travel with her parents to champion her brothers’ athletic activities, namely traveling by car to Lambo Field to cheer for her brother Boyd when he played for the Green Bay Packers. Lyn graduated from Cheyenne High School in 1965 and attended Colorado State University, where she continued her love of athletics as a CSU Cheerleader, became an active Kappa Kappa Gamma member, and ultimately earned a degree in Textiles and Clothing.

Using her degree, Lyn taught home economics at Carey Junior High School for more than 30 years. Throughout her career, Lyn often encountered former students wherever she went, and many expressed heartfelt gratitude for the meaningful and lasting impact her teaching had on their lives.

Lyn was blessed with two sons, Andy and Ryan. She loved cheering for her sons at their athletic events and watching them grow into young men. Lyn was also blessed with three stepchildren later in life. When her children had children of their own, Lyn loved being a grandma with her whole heart. Her greatest joy was the time she spent with her family.

Lyn’s contributions to her community were numerous and she was proud to serve on several boards and committees. Lyn’s favorite project was being part of Cheyenne’s Union Pacific Depot restoration efforts. Lyn was a member of the First Presbyterian Church where she served on the Board of Deacons. She could always be found in front of the church in late July as she announced the Frontier Days parades. She volunteered on the PR and Contestants committees for CFD for 30 years.

Lyn was a beautiful and vivacious individual who could start a party or poker game on the spur of the moment, there was never any doubt Lyn was nearby because her infectious laugh gave her away. Lyn loved living at the ranch in LaGrange where she enjoyed the cowboy traditions, sitting on the porch swapping yarns with the guys and the occasional adult beverage. She loved to hunt and fish with her loving husband John, especially their float plane trips to remote areas in Canada.

Lyn is survived by her husband John Rinehart of 24 years, her sons Andy (Amy) Schaeffer, Ryan (Katy) Schaeffer, her stepchildren Chauna (John) Scanga, Jamie (Pat) Keefe, Cory (Danielle) Rinehart, brothers Boyd (Pat) Dowler, and John (Susie) Dowler, her grandchildren Jessie Schaeffer (Qarus Hernandez), Brett (Brenna) Schaeffer, Bailey Schaeffer, Reese Schaeffer, Garrett Schaeffer, Vivian Schaeffer, and Calvin Schaeffer, Sam (Stevie) Scanga, Ian Scanga, Conor Keefe, and many nieces and nephews.

Lyn is preceded in death by her parents, Walt and Katherine (Kay) Dowler, and brother Joe Dowler.

Lyn’s family celebrates a woman whose legacy will continue to inspire kindness, community, and sense of humor.

As a young man, Allan worked at Mr. D’s Bakery alongside his brother-in-law, Earl Gallinger. Over the years he held several jobs, including work in the oil field, before joining the family business at the Stockgrowers Bar on the corner of 2nd and Main Street, which was owned and operated by his grandfather, William Robertson Sr., and his father, William Robertson Jr.

On September 9, 1972, Allan married Patricia Ann Fitzwilliams in Lander. Together they raised two sons, Sean and William (Bill). Allan and Pat went on to own the Stockgrowers Bar and later opened A&P Pawn Shop together. Allan treasured time with his family, especially camping, fishing, and hunting. The family was heartbroken when Pat passed away on January 28, 2005.

Allan later married Betty Jo Tucker on June 11, 2006. Together they moved their businesses, A&P Pawn Shop and Hello the House, to the 300 block of Main Street. Shortly after, Allan sold the pawn shop and retired. Allan and Betty loved spending time with family and friends and were active members of Wind River Community Church. Betty passed away surrounded by family on October 15, 2023.

Allan was preceded in death by his parents, William (Bill) and Ann Robertson; his wives, Patricia Ann Robertson and Betty Jo Robertson; his in-laws, Patrick (Iona) Fitzwilliams and Harry (Hellen) Heil; his brother and sister-in-law, Robert (Bob) and Nancy Robertson; his sister and brother-in-law, Maryann and Earl Gallinger; his sister-in-law, Janice (Cookie) Spriggs; and his nephew, Dale Robertson.

He is survived by his sons, Sean (Shannon) Robertson and Bill Robertson (Kari Day); his granddaughter, Peyton Robertson; his stepson, John (Rachel) Tucker; his grandsons Eric and Evan Tucker; his stepdaughter, Jenn Tucker; his sister, Charlotte (Alan) Gray; and numerous nieces and nephews.

A memorial service will be held at the Wind River Community Church on Saturday, November 14, 2026 at 10:00 a.m. followed by a reception/food following the service. For those who can not make it to the service Wind River Community Church will live stream the service.

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Funeral Services for Bob will be held on Friday, October 30, 2026 at Cornerstone Community Church in Sheridan, WY. Public Viewing will be held at 9:00AM. Followed by the service at 10:00AM with Pastor Tony Foreman officiating.

Burial will take place following the service at the Quiet Rest Cemetery in Story, WY.

A reception will be held following the burial at the Story Women’s Club in Story, WY.

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Michael “Mike” Eugene Stone was born on October 17, 1950, in Chattanooga, Tennessee to Harold and Betty (Rye) Stone. He and his family moved to Colorado and Wyoming when Mike was a boy to the call of the oilfield, and the money to be made. At the age of 16, Mike took over the family water and bulldozer business, and he and his brother, Richard, and his Uncle Earl, worked alongside one another. Mike’s Water and Dozer was a successful business for 23 years that provided for his family, showed his kids his strong work ethic, and how to weather the highs and lows of the oilfield business, and life. No matter the challenge, Mike always figured it out.

With the downturn in the oilfield in 1989, Mike sold Mike’s Water and Dozer. Mike then worked for Eldridge Excavating, with lifelong friends, Dave and Ed Eldridge, moving dirt and having fun. Mike then worked for Black Thunder Mine as a mechanic. He was known at the mine for standing up and advocating for the employees, and making sure that things got fixed the right way.

Mike graduated from Campbell County High School in 1969. It was his sophomore year, when he met the love of his life, Terria Edwards. Mike grew up in the rough and tumble life of the oilfield, and Terria the slower pace as a ranch girl. As Terria put it, he screeched up in a “souped up GTO” in the high school parking lot, and it was love at first sight. She leaned over to her cousin and said, “I am going to marry that man someday,” and she did just that on June 2, 1970. They were married for 56 years. Mike affectionally called her “Toots,” and that name stuck for many. Mike loved her with all of his heart, and never imagined living without her, and vice versa.

Mike soon met Terria’s parents, Bud and Ruth Edwards, who shaped the trajectory of Mike’s life by showing him what family and love meant. Mike integrated into the family, helping Bud and Ruth, and Terria’s siblings, as his mechanic skills were a welcome addition to the ranching operation. Mike won over Bud and Ruth’s hearts, despite the fact that he was caught spinning cookies in their pasture. Mike was the loud and loving “Uncle Mikey” always joking, and livening things up at the Edwards ranch.

Perhaps one of Mike’s greatest legacies is his ability to not allow his childhood to define his future. As children, Mike and Richard faced physical and verbal pain at the hands of their father. He endured a difficult and painful childhood, but rather than allowing the hurt of his past define the man he would become, he chose something better. He chose love and kindness. He chose to give his children the kind of father every child deserved. Mike and Richard’s childhood were spent with his cousins, Tim and Jim Wilkson, exploring and escaping from Mike and Richard’s painful and chaotic days.

Mike and Terria had three children: Jeani, Toby and Kelly. His welcoming, upbeat, loud and no-nonsense attitude was what made him a hit with the additions of his daughters-in-law, Jamie and Meli Stone, and son-in law, JD Stetson, to the family. He was everyone’s “1-800 hotline” for home and vehicle repairs. His real joy came with his role as “Pa” to his grandchildren: Colton, Hawkins, Avary, Emily and Ben. Mike liked to spoil his grandkids with treats when no one was watching, and shared his love of fishing and hunting with them. Most importantly he loved to give them “big ‘ol Pa” hugs.

Mike taught his children, and grandchildren, to work hard, be dependable, honest, and to stand up for what is right. Mike was bold, straightforward, and sometimes blunt, and you never had to wonder where you stood with Mike. What you saw was what you got. His word meant something.

He had a knack for building things, repairing anything, woodworking, restoring antique furniture, and remodeling he and his kids’ homes, with Terria by his side.

Mike always had a practical functionality approach to what he did. He cut the side panel on his side-by-side so that he could better get in, he plastered his pickup’s dashboard with velcro so he could find his tictacs a little easier, and he could always find a work around to any challenge. Despite his practical functionality approach to what he did, he always took great pride in his work.

On October 16, 2026, one day before his 76th birthday, Mike, passed away at the Anschutz Medical Campus in Aurora, Colo., after fighting metastatic melanoma cancer for the past year. Despite fighting the cancer, believing he was going to live past 100, determined to be here for Terria, and wanting a root beer float on his birthday, Mike’s will couldn’t overcome his body.

Mike and Terria lived most of their lives in Gillette. The last several years, Mike and Terria lived in Buffalo where they spent countless hours looking out their picture window at the Big Horns, and watching the birds as they flew into their yard. They loved the Buffalo community and their neighbors who would check in on them.

The most important thing to Mike was Terria. Over the past couple of years, Terria has been dealing with dementia, and Mike took care of her. The one thing she has never forgot was her deep love for Mike, the constant “I love you’s,” holding hands in their double recliner, comments of “isn’t your dad pretty?,” and that life would be “ok as long as your dad is here.” Mike knew that the key to a happy marriage was to “never go to bed mad.” Mike wanted to live as long as he could to take care of Terria, “because she needed him.”

Mike and his brother, Richard, grew apart for a time in their lives. Shortly before Richard passed away, they put their differences aside, fishing long hours together on Lake DeSmet. When Richard passed, Mike knew that Jayne and Danny needed him. It was at this time that he got back behind the wheel of a grader and truck to help them grow their business, and to fill a fatherly mentoring role to Danny. Looking back, it was clear that Richard knew he was going to go, that he wanted his brother back in his life, and that Mike would take care of Jayne and Danny when he was gone. He and his brother had weathered a lot together, he knew Mike would figure it out, and keep an eye on Jayne and Danny,

Mike loved fishing with his kids, grandkids, family and his fishing buddies, Joe Dwyer, Greg Davidsmeier, Bunk Edwards, Wayne Boom, his dog, Jasper, and countless others. His good friend, Greg Davidsmeier, gave Mike his pontoon boat, which he bragged about to everyone. He loved getting out on the glass water of Lake DeSmet and catching trout. He was inviting the doctors in Denver the day before he passed away to come up to fish on the pontoon. Lake DeSmet holds a special place in Mike’s heart, along with his ice fishing hut that is laid to rest on the bottom! His trips to Alaska to visit his lifelong friends, Joe and Sharan Dwyer, and halibut fishing with them, were some of his best memories. Trips with Terria to visit Patti and Greg Davidsmeier in Chamberlain where great memories were always made.

Mike loved hunting coyotes, coons and pheasants with his bird dog, and his clock and gun collections. Some of his most treasured memories were elk hunting camp with his best friend Mick Sumner, his son Toby, Butch Lubkeman, Tim Lubkeman, Dave Slattery, Chris Olson, Clint Hussey, Chris Joubert, Fuzz Edwards, Frank Manglos, Corey Richman, and countless others. In later years, when he was less inclined to hunt, he and Mick became gourmet chefs to the elk camp crew. Their list for food and supplies was intense, and carefully planned out! Always thinking how they could “one up” the experience for the next year. His grandsons, Colton and Hawkins, have great memories of hunting trips with Pa.

Mike had perfected cooking pork chops on the Traeger, and growing sought-after tomatoes for family and friends. Mike was an over-the-top Trump supporter. He was a Mason and Shriner. He loved flying his plane in the early years and taking his family on trips in the plane. He loved his apple fritters, hamburger casserole, chicken fried streak, Bud Light, Bloody Mary’s, Dr. Pepper, root beer floats, chocolate chip cake, and of course, his Copenhagen. He whistled when he was happy, and that was a lot!

Mike never complained despite the medical challenges he faced. His kids knew him as “Superman” with a cape The cape never came off despite the multiple sclerosis diagnosis, a fall out of the back of his pickup that greatly affected him, multiple back surgeries, and cancer. He didn’t let these challenges define him. He just figured out another way to do things because he liked challenges, and he knew others needed him. Mike’s hardest day was the day Toby passed away.

Mike will be laid to rest at the Willow Grove Cemetery in Buffalo, Wyo., where he can continue to enjoy the views of the Big Horn Mountains. A very small graveside service will be held with his children, grandchildren, and a few of his closest friends.

In lieu of flowers, the family would appreciate cards and memories of Mike,, which can be sent to Jeani Stone, P.O. Box 404, Story, Wyoming, 82842. Donations can be sent to First Northern Bank, c/o Mike Stone Memorial Fund, P.O. Box 400, Buffalo, Wyoming 82834, where we are partnering with the Willow Grove Cemetery in Buffalo, Wyoming to create a picnic area where families can meet and reflect on their loved ones who are gone.

The family would like to thank Dr. Luke Mantle, and UC Health Anschutz team, Dr. Bergeron and Dr. Williams, and Johnson County Health, Buffalo EMTs, Brittany Miskimins, and Tanner Gillette for their care and friendship, Sally Bohart, and the Buffalo Senior Center for all their care and compassion these past couple of years.

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Don was born July 5, 1954, in Rock Springs, Wyoming. He was the son of Donald LeRoy Tyler Sr. and Elizabeth May Tyler. As a young boy, he participated in many sport activities. Don also worked alongside his father and brothers at the family gas station on Dewar Drive. He attended local schools and graduated from Rock Springs High School in 1972.

After graduating from high school, Don married Pat Myers, and soon became a father to his son, Donald Patrick and daughter Chelsi Marie. The couple later divorced.At the same time Don began his lifetime career at General Chemical (now known as Tata Chemical), as well as becoming a proud member of USW local 15320 for 32 years, he retired in 2008.

Don later met and married Kaye Fabritz and adopted his second daughter Amber L. (Tyler) Severson. The couple later divorced.

Don was a devoted family man who cherished every moment with his family. From fall hunts in the Hoback Canyon with his father, brother‘s, son and grandson, to coaching little league basketball, watching his grandkids play their various sports, family camping trips and most recently he loved visiting his brothers cabin in Pinedale.

Before retiring Don’s dream was to build a wood shop. He made that dream a reality with his own two hands and help from his brother and some very close friends. He spent many hours building toy boxes, decorative trees, and pull toys along with multiple craft items that were sold throughout Rock Springs.

Don is survived by his son, Donald Tyler and wife Marnie of Rock Springs, Wyoming; his daughter‘s Chelsi Fletcher and husband Dusty of Rock Springs, Wyoming; and daughter, Amber Severson and husband Aaron of Farmington, Utah. He is also survived by his brother Ted Tyler and wife Gwen, and sister Mary Tyler all of Rock Springs, Wyoming. He will also be deeply missed by his surviving grandchildren Dylan, Wyatt, Gracie, Alleigh, Madeleine, Kolten, Ashton and great granddaughter Robin, as well as many cousins, nieces, nephew‘s.

He was preceded in death by his beloved parents, Tex and Liz Tyler, and his brothers Ron and wife Chris Tyler, Dave Tyler, and Kenny Tyler and one nephew Rich Tyler.

Cremation has taken place. A Private Family Service will be conducted at a later date.

The family invites friends and loved ones to leave condolences at www.vasefuneralhomes.com and to post your favorite memory onto his facebook page.

The family respectfully requests donations be made in Donald’s memory to The Shriners Children’s Hospital at 1275 E. Fairfax Road, Salt Lake City, Utah 84103, continuing his legacy of love and care for children.

Donald will be remembered for his kind heart, love of family, and the joyful memories he created with those around him. His legacy of love and laughter will forever be cherished by those who knew and loved him.

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