Harold D Wells
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Harold D Wells, 64, Independence, MO passed away Thursday, November 1, 2012. Harold was a gradate of William Chrisman High School and served in the United States Navy. His passions in life were music and cars. He was a loving father and grandfather. Harold was preceded in death by his parents, Jerome and Juanita Wells; sister, Jeri Ann Simpson; brother, Mark Wells and nephew Sean Wells. He is survived by his wife, Kimberly Wells; sons, Jeremy, Dave and Joseph; daughters, Dawn and Chrisa; ten grandchildren; brother, Dennis Wells; cousin, Dee Dye and dear friend Tom Lukens. A military graveside service will be held 1:00 pm Thursday November 8th at Missouri Veterans Cemetery, Higginsville, MO. (arr. Heartland Cremation & Burial Society, 816-313-1677)
Thinking of you and your family Jeremy.
Harold was great uncle, infact when I was in high school and started to have an interest in playing the drums, Uncle Harold brought me a sweet set. He hooked me up! I will never forget his generosity! He was an amazing drummer! I will never forget that! Love you Harold, say hi to Daddy for me!
Harord was a good friend and brother full of love and generousity, he will be missed by all. love ya brother, you are gone but not forgotten
I’m sorry for the families loss. It’s unfortunate that my and Daves son won’t personally get to know his papa Harold. However, Dave will be able to share stories and pass along good ideals, lessons, etc. All good men of the past create good men of the future!
Dawn,
Our hearts go out to you in the loss of your Dad. Our prayers are with you and all your family. We love you.
My most sincere sympathy to the entire Wells family. My prayer is that each one of you find a peace that passes all understanding in the knowledge that Harold is now at peace and basking in the glow of God’s white light of pure love.
Jeremy, you were probably 5-6 years old when I first met you, your Mom and Dad. Your Aunt Jeri Ann thought you were absolutely “it.” She adored you. I have many fond memories of weekends spent just “hanging out” with your Uncle George and Aunt Jeri Ann. Theirs was the place we all wanted to be. Your Dad and his sister were close. They didn’t verbally express their love for each other but you knew it was there. You could feel it.
Dawn, you came along a little later. I can remember your Daddy being so proud of his little girl the day he brought you and your Mom home from the hospital. There was so much love in your home that day. Tom and I were happy to be a part of your homecoming.
Dennis, our families have been interwined in each others lives for decades. I know it was a “God thing” the day that your sister came into my life. Because of her, I met and married Tom, I met your brother and Pat (who is one of my dearest friends). I adore your niece, Dawn…she has been a blessing in my life in more ways than I can count.
My heart aches for you…it is my prayer that you will hold fast to and find comfort in your relationship with your nieces and nephews.
Pat, I think I probably know better than anyone else some of what you are feeling. You loved this man, you married this man and out of that love two amazing children were born.
That counts for something…you, like I, have come to realize that the love is all that matters, the rest… just fades from memory. It is the love we will remember.
I am going to end this with a couple of my fondest memories of Harold.
The first is attending a pool party to hear his band play. He was in his glory when he was playing his drums. And, he was pretty darn good, too! He loved making music.
The second is his laugh. One night when we were all together he started telling us a story about an experience he had in the Navy. Something about him waving in a plane for a landing and the pilot was not paying attention to the directions Harold was giving him. He ended up throwing the wands at the aircraft to get the pilots attention. He was very upset. I thought it was hilarious to hear him tell this story. And, I started to laugh and anybody that knows me knows how I love to laugh. He started laughing at me, laughing at him. And the harder I laughed the harder he laughed and he had this kind of “Muttly and Jeff” laugh…hehehehhehehe. We all were so out of breath, sides aching, and cheeks hurting from laughing so hard. As the laughing started to die down, he asked me if I had laid an egg based on all of the cackling I had
been doing and we started laughing all over again. It makes me smile to think back on that time.
Peace be with you each and every one.
Thank you guys every one of you! I especially love the stories, I don’t know a lot of these stories so I’m getting a kick out of seeing another side to my dad. One of my favorite memories is the day that Corey & I got married. He danced with me despite not wanting to be in front of everyone! Another, is the night I told him I was pregnant with my oldest boy, Michael. He looked at me like” well how did that happen?” Even though Corey & I were married, he still looked at me like I was a little girl & Corey had done something he shouldn’t have… So funny! Thanks again everybody.
Being a father is a hard and boarder line thankless job. When a man decides to have children; Or in the case of those unexpected joyful surprises, where a man finds courage and for lack of more eloquent words “mans the hell up” and takes responsibility. His life becomes one of sacrifice. He gives up his personal aspirations (to an extent), his: time, mind, and body to work to give his children a life as good if not better than his own. For want? At most: The drumstick on thanksgiving, 3 ugly ties and/or itchy pairs of socks a year, and a place in the garage to call his own.
In a world where many men buckle under the weight of responsibility and “pass the buck” to the mother, or down right abandon their own flesh and blood to the love of others. Taking in someone else’s children; To raise, teach, grow to love and one day see as your own is something almost noble.
When you are a father, watching your kids grow.You come to know and understand them better than anyone, even themselves. You see them make the same mistakes you’ve once made. You see them grow up to look and act like you or your spouse. You to an extent understand “their deal”.
Being a “Step” father is entirely different. The way they act and almost everything they do is completely foreign to you. Your responsible for their actions and behavior. When you’re in public people assume they’re yours; But as soon as you do something someone deems wrong or excessive, people are quick to remind you that “you’re not their *Real* father”.
I do not remember a time when Harold wasn’t in my life. Whether he was buying me new shoes, waking me up for school or cooking me my first real meal; As my mother’s cooking ability didn’t extend much beyond the microwave at this time.
He helped teach me to drive and was there when I “begrudgingly” walked the stage in cap and gown to receive my High School Diploma.
He was there when I was still little. He helped to soften the loss of my first father.
You see for the first few years of my life I was lucky enough to have two. One who, from day to day took care of me. Who saw me on and off the bus to preschool. Another whom I saw more sporadically. A funny, playful man who showed up in a taxi cab. Who would take me for rides, give me sunglasses and draw on “skull and crossbones” tattoos in ink pen. When I lost him, I still had “daddy Harold”.
He was by no means a perfect person, as so few men are. He lacked patience at times. He was so hard headed and stubborn, it would frustrate us all to no end. To be honest even though he told me at key moments in my life, I didn’t always feel loved by him. Maybe it was as hard for him to express it, as it was for me to accept that I was worthy of it. He was always there though, even when he and my mother separated romantically. When I thought I would lose my second father, he stayed in my life. He never stopped loving us and he wanted to take care of us.
He was the strongest man I ever knew. Now He’s gone, but I know he loved me as his son and I’m proud to call him my father.
Even with all of my mistakes he was proud of me. I hope I can continue to be someone he would be proud to call his son.
In the short time I knew him, Harold was like a father, a brother, and a friend to me. I will miss him dearly.
Harold was a great uncle. If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t want a Harley so much. He was a great man and will be missed very much
I am so sorry for your loss. I will miss Butch greatly.
Dear Kim,
We here at Best Western were truly sorry to hear of the loss of Harold. Please allow me, on behalf of all of us at Best Western, to extend my deepest sympathies to you and your family.