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Daymon Dean

April 16, 1941February 14, 2021

PELL CITY - Mr. Daymon Dean, 79, died on Sunday, February 14, 2021 at his residence surrounded by his loving family, which included his wife of 58 years, Julia J. Dean; a son, John Alan Dean (Megan); two sisters, Lanette Williams (Don) and Jennifer Graves (Randy); four grandchildren, Jonathan Dean, Mackinse Parrish, Morgan Dean, and Allie Dean.

Mr. Dean is preceded in death by his father, Norris Dean; his mother, Hortense Murphy; step-mother, Jean Dean; step-father, Otis Murphy; and three brothers, Raymond Dean, Randall Dean, and Jimmy Murphy.

"For this was on Saint Valentine's Day, the day of celebration of love and affection." My Precious Valentine - Julie.

A truly loved husband for 58 years, he and his wife shared a special bond, a lot of hard-work and faith. They were a team in every way. The care for one another was certainly admired by all. Described as a left hand and a right, they worked together to get things done. They shared a life of love and family memories.

"It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong."

Everything he did, he did with integrity. From his many skills and duties, he always did more than expected. If someone didn't know how to do something, he had the patience to teach them in the most humble ways. Full of self-discipline, he never took the shortcuts.

"Hardships often prepare ordinary people for an extraordinary destiny."

With an unwillingness to give up, even after his diagnosis of stage 4 cancer six years ago, he astonished doctors and those around him. He worked alongside his son doing what they always have; tree work. During the course of those years, even while on treatments, he pressed forward.

"A heart of gold stopped beating, hard working hands at rest, a limb has fallen from our family tree, he was strong until the end, he was my best friend, always ready to help me" John Alan - "He will be dearly missed."

Granddaddy - I was living like you'd live forever. It took losing you to learn to love better. To be the daughter who comes home more often, who holds onto a goodbye hug a little longer, to be the best friend who promised to check-in and the kind of sister my brother always needed. One who takes time to call even to say hey, cause you loved me that way.

The first to show up an hour early front row in the bleachers to make sure you could see me, you stood in the doorway for every goodbye. I still see you waving underneath the porch light.

You were living like you wouldn't live forever, you knew all the little things in life are what matter. Like making those pancakes to sweeten my heartbreak or pulling me out of school to go fishing on the lake. Had me sit beside you for Sunday Service and every-time I'd get antsy you'd slip me a Werther's. The first to forgive all my biggest mistakes, yeah you loved me that way.

I had the honor to be your granddaughters, grandsons, son and daughter. We could only hope to be half of the whole you were. I can only hold you in a picture frame, you held nothing back, gave everything. Because you loved us that way.

A special message to my grandchildren: "If ever there was a tomorrow when we're not together, there is something you must remember. You're braver than you believe and stronger than you seem and smarter than you think. But, the most important thing is even when we are apart, I will always be with you." Love, Granddaddy.

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