|Birth: ||Nov. 8, 1971|
|Death: ||Apr. 27, 1993|
Nathan "Nate" Dee Adams was the last of twelve children born to Shelby R and Barbara E Hope Adams. Lucky to make it into this world, as his mother had Rh negative blood, the doctors told his mother he would either be intelligent or severely mentally handicapped. And so it was in Provo, Utah on 8 Nov 1971 Nathan burst onto the scene with 11 siblings eagerly awaiting his arrival and within 2 weeks he was an uncle with the birth of his first niece, of many nieces and nephews to follow.
Nathan excelled in everything he did, including walking steadily on his own by 8 months. Growing up on the farm fed Nate's love for all God's creatures great and small. He saw them as more than just a cow to milk and such, they were his big pets and they loved him just the same. Nate showed just how truly great his heart was at a young age while watching The Wizard of Oz, he cried when the Wicked Witch of the West was melted.
I'll never forget one instance; growing up with so many nieces and nephews in his own age group, he called our parents "Grandma and Grandpa" right along with the rest of the kids and no one thought anything of it. After a family gathering, they all said good-bye and Nathan became really quiet. When Mom asked him what was wrong, he asked, "When is my mom and dad coming to get me?" Mom explained that she WAS his mom and that he was home already. He was devastated and inconsolable for hours.
Nathan started his education as just another student at Sunset View Elementary, but within a couple years he was labeled as a trouble maker as he would get finished with his assignments in half the allotted time then go around the room helping the other kids with theirs.
Nate also excelled at Dixon Jr. High and graduated at the top of his class at Desert Hills High School in St. George, Utah. During the summers he worked for St. George City as a grounds keeper at the cemetery. After moving back to Provo Nate got a job with Utah County and was told by one of is coworkers "You're going to work yourself out of a job, kid", as he was so industrious and hard working.
There wasn't anything Nate was afraid to do in work or play. Nothing was going to deter him as he lived his life to the fullest of what he could get out of it and weather conditions didn't matter. He loved to go camping, fishing with his friends and was a wiz on his feet. He enjoyed playing hackey sac, building gigantic snow hills and then snowboarding down them before snowboards even hit the market. We teased him about being a "water-baby" because during the summer there was no keeping him from it, from the public pool, to the ocean and lakes, streams, rivers and cliff jumping, he seemed to always be wet.
Nate wrote poetry and drew what he felt, which was sometimes heartbreaking. He had a beautiful voice and wasn't bashful to just let loose with a song.
Nathan was the father of a beautiful baby girl whom he loved with all his heart.
Nate had just gotten recalled for the season with the County and had left a message to borrow his nephew's watch as he had worked right through his lunch. In the wee hours on the morning of 27 April 1993 Nathan Dee Adams had died, overcome by the seizures he had suffered from. He was a donor; his left upper arm bone was used to save the arm of a young man whose arm was crushed beyond repair. He left behind his beautiful little daughter, mother, 4 brothers and 7 sisters, many nieces and nephews and hundreds of cousins and friends. He was preceded by his father just the year before and grandparents.
Shelby R. Adams (1925 - 1992)
Barbara Hope Adams (1926 - 2008)
Shelby Randall Adams (1947 - 2006)*
Paul Camille Adams (1949 - 2011)*
Nathan Dee Adams (1971 - 1993)
Provo City Cemetery
Plot: Block 4 Lot 26
Maintained by: HeadHunter
Originally Created by: Don Shelley
Record added: May 31, 2010
Find A Grave Memorial# 53092503