I have attempted several times to leave a message here..but I always end up deleting and closing it...I know you truly tried..I know you wanted to be better.  Be a dad..be a grandfather.  Your demons over powered your want to fulfill these things.  I wish you would have taken the opportunity to better your mental health..not just recent but even as a kid..a teen..a young adult...and a man.  I wish it wasn't so taboo for men to seek help...not just for addiction but for mental health..maybe then it could have been different.  Even through my anger I'm trying my best to remember the good times we had..playing rummy...going to camp...going on mountain rides and all the other little things that brought you peace...during those calm moments when you were the best version of yourself...I miss that version when you were my dad and my friend....happy birthday Dad

My oldest memories of Howdy are among my oldest memories. He was my first friend, literally. He and I and about 6 other littles were our own virtual Little Rascals for the 1st 6 years of his life and mine. We got into a lot of mischief. He was only a month older than I. Howdy was my first fist fight, as well. Someone somewhere has a photo of it. We stood about 3 feet apart, well out of reach of getting hit, and swung wildly at one another as fast as we could, never hitting anything but each outer's arms. I lost track of Howdy in Senior High, but over the many years since then I have occasionally heard things about him. His life as an adult was a hard road, with many disappointments. His end was sooner than it needed to be and I have to wonder if it could have been prevented somehow. I am glad to know he still had friends in his life, and heartbroken to know that was not enough. 

I have been so sad when I found out that howdy passes away. When covid first started it was really hard for everyone but even though he was not blood related to Larry, our children nor I.... He was family. We all tried the best that we could to be there for each other. Having holiday dinner as one...making it possible because it took is all to put what money we had together to make a great meal. the last two months my girls memorized the sound of his knock on our door every week ... I will miss him so much. He was there for us, just as much as we were for him. He gave me my first Dilly bar.... I wish I had a way to talk to his daughters, I had let him text his daughter from my phone a little over a month ago. I will continue to miss you and I will always pray for comfort and healing for your daughters. He talked so much about them. He loved you guys so much. I give thanks to God for giving me time to know this great man.. I will miss you... Until we meet again...... Your held in my heart. 




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Harold L. Owens

9 enero, 1959 – 3 julio, 2021

Bennett and Houser Funeral Home, Inc.

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