Harold Dean Garrett, age 88, of Chesapeake, Virginia passed away on Tuesday, September 20, 2022 surrounded by his loving family, following a 4 month battle with sepsis. Dean was born December 14, 1933 in Kansas City, Kansas.
After graduating Wyandotte High School in 1950, he served in the United States Army from 1953 to 1955 as a medic. Upon returning home from the service, he went on to lead a long and illustrious career as a "Meathead" with a 43 year career in the meat industry. While being an avid golfer and bowler (he bowled numerous 300 games and won multiple national and international medals at the senior games), he held a true passion for flying, receiving his pilot's license and enjoying many hours soaring through the sky.
Dean is preceded in death by his parents Ray and Mabel Wilson Garrett, his brother Earl Garrett, sister Doris Mindedahl, and son-in-law Ronnie Renfrow.
He is survived by his wife of 66 years, Alice Troha Garrett; his sister Dorothy Fleming; his daughters Karen Lager, Kathleen Renfrow, Kristie (Christopher) Riley. Grandchildren Brandon (Sarah) Lager, Sara Lager, Garrett Renfrow, Ronni (Kevin) Forbes; and great grandsons Henry Lager, Will Lager, and Ace Coll as well as numerous nieces and nephews.
A visitation for Harold will be held Monday, September 26, 2022 from 10:00 AM to 11:00 AM at Chapel Hill - Butler Funeral Home, 701 North 94th Street, Kansas City, Kansas 66112, followed by a funeral services at 11:00 AM. A graveside service will be held in Chapel Hill Memorial Gardens.
Fond memories and expressions of sympathy may be shared at www.chapelhill-butler.com for the Garrett family.
Our HERO has "Flown West...."
High Flight
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter silvered wings
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of-wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence; hovering there...
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or eagle ever flew-
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
