This webpage was made in remembrance of my loving dad, Devon Suddarth. He was always cracking jokes, and having adventures.
We would very much appreciate it if everyone visiting the site could leave a note of a memory, and any pictures you have.
VIDEO TRIBUTE: https://youtu.be/ScVcP5ReGJI
**** A note about the song: Everyone who knew my dad knew loved Queen. My dad and I danced to Bohemian Rhapsody at my wedding in 2008. It was our "father daughter dance." I told him to pick any Queen song he wanted, and he picked the longest Queen song ever. He got embarrased half way through the dance and we sat down, but it was really fun. There are pictures of the dance in the gallery.
Tributes
Leave a tributeToday, Devon's children, Christa, Amy, Dana, Scott and Bryn, as well as his wife Lori, are having many thoughts of happy and possibly sad memories of times with their Dad today.
Devon was an intelligent man, with many capabilities and he loved his family dearly. He is looking down, watching them and is certainly proud of the way they have grown and he must be pleased with their accomplishments and the goals they have set for themselves.
Rest in Peace Devon, you did well !
Greg Jackson, Steve Bell, Jenny and John Bondurant, Scott and Lois Rush, Elodie, Trish and Matt Hilbert, Teri King and Paul and Hannah Wren, Sara Crawford, Richard and Cheryl Lage, Elizabeth Lage, Steve Lage, Lynnell Lage Fulkerson and Gary Fulkerson, Jennifer Roberts, Mickey Olson, Conor Curran, Steve Suddarth. Blair and Carol Suddarth, Doug and Gloria and Marlee Suddarth, Terry and Paulette, Gavin and Terra Suddarth, dressed as Apes, Zira and Cornelius, a big fuzzy pink ape, and Dr. Zaius, Linda Vanderlaan, Niya Boyakin, Zach Nielsen, Melinda Nohelty, (Lisa Phipps, Vicki Ruble, Ann Ordway came to the house).
Thank you all for coming.
Please let me know if I missed mentioning someone.
Welcome
(History of the orange polo and not very funny ice-breaker joke)
A giant, orange, family Polo shirt really takes the stress off of what to wear to your husband's memorial service. Badatz-
We are the clan of the duck. The immediate, nuclear family of Devon Thomas Suddarth.
Thank you family and friends for coming today.
This is a private event, it is a life celebration for Devon Suddarth, so if you are here thinking you're going to watch TURTLES or COCKROACHES or BIRDS, you are in the wrong place! Though you might see a few
Every moment I spent with him made me feel happy. Being around him made me feel better about the world, and better about myself.
Devon was a renaissance man: He could program a computer, dig a well, raise monkeys, and discuss intelligently any topic under the Sun. Devon was an original. The world is less without him.
It seemed like he could do anything; mechanical, electrical and technical. He built two houses for his family. He drilled the well, installed the water pump, poured cement, installed all the water lines and electrical wires etc.,etc. He also had a desalinating water business in Mexico. He was a very good computer programmer. He went to Washington and worked on airplane computers; his job was to write the one program on the plane that would check all the other programs to see if they were working correctly.
Yes, he was a man of many talents. His children are fortunate to have him as their father. He will be dearly missed by all of us. We are thankful that we will always have many happy memories of Devon.
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Leave a Tribute
Today, Devon's children, Christa, Amy, Dana, Scott and Bryn, as well as his wife Lori, are having many thoughts of happy and possibly sad memories of times with their Dad today.
Devon was an intelligent man, with many capabilities and he loved his family dearly. He is looking down, watching them and is certainly proud of the way they have grown and he must be pleased with their accomplishments and the goals they have set for themselves.
Rest in Peace Devon, you did well !
An addition to "Steve Lage's Memories with Devon"
On the way back from the Indian Ruins when we got lost in the dark, I was riding in the front seat with Devon. It was too cold to ride in the back of the pick-up with everybody else - this silly Utah girl had come to Arizona in the winter without even a sweater. As we drove around those steep, rough and bumpy dirt roads - often in circles - Devon told me of another adventure at a different local ruin which was more remote and more difficult to access. He had made that trek with a friend. At the top of the mesa, Nature called, and Devon answered. His friend warned him not to do it - they were in a sacred place and the ancient spirits would be angry and would curse him if he did. Disbelieving, Devon relieved himself anyway. He told me that shortly afterward, he broke out in a really awful and inexplicable rash that lasted for days.
At Devon's memorial, family and friends got up to eulogize Devon, and they each told a "true" story about Devon valiantly saving them while succumbing to the threat himself. Every story ended with "Too bad, the [fill-in-the-blank] got him." I was just getting up to tell my story when the zookeeper politely announced that we needed to close. So I'll end my story now as the others did: "I learned from Devon of the importance of respecting other cultures. It's just too bad that the ancients got him after all."
I love you, Devon.