Dennis Arthur Sowell, his beautiful soul passed on to the next great adventure on Wednesday, September 17, 2014. Dennis was born on October 13, 1952 to Arthur L. Sowell and Emily Mutz Sowell and was a life-long Puebloan except for his four years of service in the US Navy. He was also proud to have been a Central High Wildcat.
After the Navy and a few short years working at Abex Rail, Dennis was employed at Comanche Power Station for 35 years. By far the most satisfying aspect to his work was problem solving and coming up with innovative ideas. He was also proud of his work on the safety committee and helping to develop safety protocols that were adopted company wide.
Dennis was an enthusiastic participant in life and had many interests and passions, including writing, travel, hiking and mountain climbing, hunting and camping, history, archaeology, anthropology, and communing with nature in most any way. The greatest passion for the last decade or more was his photography, which he had a wonderful eye for. He loved walking the road less traveled and cherished the journey as much as the destination. Dennis was very grateful and proud of his 30 years of recovery and association with AA. He was a man of strong convictions and truly a unique individual.
Survivors include his wife Phyllis, daughter Valerie of Philadelphia, son Jonathan of Colorado City, step-daughters Marcelley (John) O’Hair of Dayton OH and Danielle Davis of Chicago, and grandchildren Nichole and Courtland Wescott and Kathleen O’Hair, all of Dayton. He is also survived by his sister, Carolyn (Jerry) Murphy, Pueblo West and brother, Thomas (Joan) Sowell, Boise, ID. Also surviving is former wife Susan Sowell. Dennis had many special cousins, nieces and nephews and held dear the little time he was able to spend with them. He was predeceased by his parents, sister Patricia Henderson, and brothers Daniel Henderson and Erick Sowell.
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep,
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle Autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
- Mary Elizabeth Frye
At his request, cremation, no public services are planned. Condolences and memorial donations to one of his favorite charities, The Nature Conservancy, may be sent to the mortuary. Online condolences www.DavisMortuary.com.