Howard Daniel Rose
June 8, 1932 – June 16, 2020
Howard Daniel Rose, age 88, of Seattle, Washington passed away on Tuesday June 16, 2020. Howard was born June 8, 1932 in Clovis, New Mexico. Those who knew Howard also knew him as "Grateful Howard". Howard was proud of many things in his life especially his garden and his dogs Happy ( all of the Happies). Howard served in the United States Army from 1952-1954. He earned the following medals: Korean Service Medal, United Nations Service Medal, National Defense Service Medal. Thank you Mr. Rose for your service to our country.
Grateful Howard will be missed by all who knew and loved him.
God grant me the serenity To accept the things I cannot change; Courage to change the things I can; And wisdom to know the difference. Living one day at a time; Enjoying one moment at a time; Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace; Taking, as He did, this sinful world As it is, not as I would have it; Trusting that He will make things right If I surrender to His Will; So that I may be reasonably happy in this life And supremely happy with Him Forever and ever in the next. Amen.
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Howard Daniel Rose
July 29, 2020
Howard, you were always a gentleman and a person full of good stories!!! I treasured knowing you in the "rooms" as they say! What a presence in our early days in the Penthouse at Council House. Say hello to Annie and give her a hug for me. I know there is quite a group of you meeting in heaven! Loved you when I met you and love you now!
July 26, 2020
Dearest Howard, thirty years of friendship just wasn’t long enough. I miss your phone calls and the way we would both jump from topic to topic because there was so much to be said. I miss your voice, sometimes so soft and gentle, and sometimes not. Our friendship was based on mutual respect and admiration and I cherish it.
One of my favorite days in Seattle was when we went with my son, Frank, to get Happy. A beautiful sunny day, a long car ride, a fabulous lunch in Snohomish and then your perfect puppy. Three generations happily coming together for good times and great conversations. I miss you so much. Until we meet again, my friend, I will hold my memories of you in my heart. Thank you for being you. I love you!
July 24, 2020
He was the King of deli salads from the grocery store. The lover of cold weather and his garden. Always ready to share what he experienced in early sobriety when he was terrified of everything. I'm grateful to be able to say that he was a friend with a wealth of sober living to share with me. Another elder statesman lost to our fellowship.
I hope your having fun in heaven with your new wings Howard. Please say hello to my late sponsor Bob Fuller when you see him at that big meeting in the sky. Please tell him I miss him and Don. And I will see you guys all soon.
July 6, 2020
My dear friend. I am sorry that I did make amends before you left this world. I will always remember you in the rooms. Love you. God bless Howard
July 6, 2020
I’m reminded of Howard regularly saying, sometimes softly, sometimes loudly, “just let the blank go.” He spoke of his journey from living a life in secrecy and fear to one where he did what he wanted, wore what he wanted and definitely said what he wanted. For me personally, but in all likelihood for many of us, he had esteeming words of encouragement and reassurance. Rest In Peace, brother Howard. I am glad to have known you.
July 6, 2020
Howard was one of the first persons I met when I came to the old SASG House on 17th & Thomas St. in Seattle. He was one of the kindest & gentlest persons I have ever met. Howard "saw" me. He was my mother's age & at times was a stand-in for her. They were both so creative. I loved his paintings & his living room. And his kitchen floor where he painted it black & then splayed different colors on it - and under his kitchen table were AA sayings that he'd painted. And what a wonderful back yard. It all spoke of his creativity. I loved his stories of growing up in the Dust Bowl. We have lost a treasure.