Duane was born May 27, 1959 and left us suddenly on April 27, 2016. He was a cowboy from the very start. He grew up raising farm animals and even won many sheep shearing competitions as a young man. As a youth, he was always on a horse. Dewy married his best friend and sweetheart, Jolene M Parry, for time and all eternity on September 12, 1980 in the Salt Lake LDS temple. If you knew Dewy, you understood how hard of a worker he was. This is a value that he taught everyone he crossed paths with. He literally worked himself to death... but not before working himself out of multiple shoulder surgeries (17 total) and 4 replacements. Duane was always thinking of his friends and didn't hesitate to call them to make sure they were doing ok. Duane and Jolene have made lifelong relationships with friends in the neighborhoods of Taylorsville, Riverton, and Bluffdale. He was a member of the Sons of the American Revolution, The Sons of the Utah Pioneers, on the Utah Farm Bureau, and President of the Bovine Buddy Club (not yet incorporated).
Dewy spent the majority of his days outside doing what he loved; hauling dirt, digging in dirt, and generally moving dirt into different piles for somebody. He didn't mind helping in any way he could. He was "the guy" who could always make things happen. If he couldn't do it, he knew someone else that could. The only thing he loved more than watching Bull Riding (or talking about Bull Riding… or talking about watching Bull Riding) was his family. Duane was a devoted husband and father. He adored all his grandchildren and shared their stories with anyone he could hold hostage. He waited his whole life to spoil his grandkids. It's a shame he had to leave us before they were old enough for 4H or the County/ State Fair. He always had a mischievous smile on his face. This man gave EVERYTHING he had to others; including donating the majority of his organs and tissues so that others could live. He taught us by his example how to lead, love, and work. He was a very happy person given that he was always laden with physical pain. The song "The Dance" by Garth Brooks, comes to mind when reflecting on Duanes life.
We are lacking for no stories. Whether it was setting a church field on fire, forgetting the number for 911, running Tree Lots in the winter time, hunting, herding Buffalo, or lining out the local Wendy's employees on how to fill our lunch order, we have some great memories with him. A few of our favorite quotes from him are, "You could have been done by now" , "Do it right or don't do it at all", "Fill up the back of the shovel & the front will take care of it's self", and the ever popular, "Leave things alone that don't pertain to you!" Duane was always OK. In fact, we were surprised that he didn't just get right back up from his heart attack and finish feeding his animals. If he would have known he was going to pass away you can bet that he would have dug his own hole so that it would have been done right. His sense of humor was one of is many great attributes.
Although we are happy that he is now free from the severe limitations of his earthly body, we are extremely saddened by his sudden and traumatic loss. There will always be a huge void in our hearts for him. We know where he is but he is still sorely missed. Perhaps we may find some solace knowing that with his passing and subsequent donations, other people were/are able to live. Maybe one day we will be able to personally meet all those who have benefited from his selfless giving. His generosity can still be felt by many. We hope that others will follow his example and pay it forward. -The Breinholt Family