Dennis William Conaty, 50, of Las Vegas, passed away Aug. 5, 2009. He was born July 31, 1959, in San Francisco, and was a 40-year resident of Nevada. Dennis was an assistant store director of Smith's.
"How the time passed away? All the trouble that we gave and all those days we spent out by the lake. Has it all gone to waste? All the promises we made one-by-one they vanish just the same. Of all the things I still remember, summers never looked the same, the years go by and time just seems to fly by, but the memories remain. In the middle of September, we'd still play out in the rain, nothing to lose but everything to gain. Reflecting now on how things could've been, it was worth it in the end. Now it all seems so clear, there's nothing left to fear, so we made our way by finding what was real. Now the days are so long that summer's moving on, we reach for something that's already gone." (Daughtry, "September," Copyright 2009).
This is in loving memory of a man of great pride and strength. His words were stunning to many and his actions were unforgettable. His wittiness would illuminate any room with joy and laughter. The above song, helps to explain how Dennis spent his years and most of his summers of youth in Elko, fishing in the many lakes, rivers and streams that the north has to offer. The following line explains how much we may all miss him. We will reach out for him and feel his touch. We will speak out and he will hear us. When we need him for our visible reassurance he will find a way to show us all he is around and always will be. The night after he passed he showed me, Kyle, his true power and presence. I went to the softball games, wearing his lone Dodger T-shirt, as he had requested me to do. During the fourth inning of the first game, leading 14-8, as we were looking for our first win of the season, he showed himself. The lights on the field shut off. It had to be him, because he joked about everything and never made it easy to do anything. He always told me to work hard to get what I want and after the lights turned back on we held on to win by three. The win was for him, Mr. Dodger, the only man to bleed Dodger blue. His tears, his soul, his blood and clothes all show his true color, Dodger Blue. He was preceded in death by his father, William Joseph Conaty. Dennis is survived by his sons, Kyle and Ryan Conaty, Ryan Robinson and Jordan Ratliff; mother, June Conaty; sisters, Kate Mahone and Maureen Young; and nephews, Garrett and Riley Mahone. The memorial service will be at 6:30 p.m. Saturday, Aug. 8, at the Willows Community Park on Havenwood Lane, east of Town Center Drive and south of W. Sahara Ave. It will be a potluck, so everyone should bring some food, if possible, and bring blankets and lounge chairs to relax and sit. Donations can be made to the National Cancer Institute, "Screen for Life" National Colorectal Cancer Action Campaign.
"How the time passed away? All the trouble that we gave and all those days we spent out by the lake. Has it all gone to waste? All the promises we made one-by-one they vanish just the same. Of all the things I still remember, summers never looked the same, the years go by and time just seems to fly by, but the memories remain. In the middle of September, we'd still play out in the rain, nothing to lose but everything to gain. Reflecting now on how things could've been, it was worth it in the end. Now it all seems so clear, there's nothing left to fear, so we made our way by finding what was real. Now the days are so long that summer's moving on, we reach for something that's already gone." (Daughtry, "September," Copyright 2009).
This is in loving memory of a man of great pride and strength. His words were stunning to many and his actions were unforgettable. His wittiness would illuminate any room with joy and laughter. The above song, helps to explain how Dennis spent his years and most of his summers of youth in Elko, fishing in the many lakes, rivers and streams that the north has to offer. The following line explains how much we may all miss him. We will reach out for him and feel his touch. We will speak out and he will hear us. When we need him for our visible reassurance he will find a way to show us all he is around and always will be. The night after he passed he showed me, Kyle, his true power and presence. I went to the softball games, wearing his lone Dodger T-shirt, as he had requested me to do. During the fourth inning of the first game, leading 14-8, as we were looking for our first win of the season, he showed himself. The lights on the field shut off. It had to be him, because he joked about everything and never made it easy to do anything. He always told me to work hard to get what I want and after the lights turned back on we held on to win by three. The win was for him, Mr. Dodger, the only man to bleed Dodger blue. His tears, his soul, his blood and clothes all show his true color, Dodger Blue. He was preceded in death by his father, William Joseph Conaty. Dennis is survived by his sons, Kyle and Ryan Conaty, Ryan Robinson and Jordan Ratliff; mother, June Conaty; sisters, Kate Mahone and Maureen Young; and nephews, Garrett and Riley Mahone. The memorial service will be at 6:30 p.m. Saturday, Aug. 8, at the Willows Community Park on Havenwood Lane, east of Town Center Drive and south of W. Sahara Ave. It will be a potluck, so everyone should bring some food, if possible, and bring blankets and lounge chairs to relax and sit. Donations can be made to the National Cancer Institute, "Screen for Life" National Colorectal Cancer Action Campaign.
Dennis William Conaty, 50, of Las Vegas, passed away Aug. 5, 2009. He was born July 31, 1959, in San Francisco, and was a 40-year resident of Nevada. Dennis was an assistant store director of Smith's.
"How the time passed away? All the trouble that we gave and all those days we spent out by the lake. Has it all gone to waste? All the promises we made one-by-one they vanish just the same. Of all the things I still remember, summers never looked the same, the years go by and time just seems to fly by, but the memories remain. In the middle of September, we'd still play out in the rain, nothing to lose but everything to gain. Reflecting now on how things could've been, it was worth it in the end. Now it all seems so clear, there's nothing left to fear, so we made our way by finding what was real. Now the days are so long that summer's moving on, we reach for something that's already gone." (Daughtry, "September," Copyright 2009).
This is in loving memory of a man of great pride and strength. His words were stunning to many and his actions were unforgettable. His wittiness would illuminate any room with joy and laughter. The above song, helps to explain how Dennis spent his years and most of his summers of youth in Elko, fishing in the many lakes, rivers and streams that the north has to offer. The following line explains how much we may all miss him. We will reach out for him and feel his touch. We will speak out and he will hear us. When we need him for our visible reassurance he will find a way to show us all he is around and always will be. The night after he passed he showed me, Kyle, his true power and presence. I went to the softball games, wearing his lone Dodger T-shirt, as he had requested me to do. During the fourth inning of the first game, leading 14-8, as we were looking for our first win of the season, he showed himself. The lights on the field shut off. It had to be him, because he joked about everything and never made it easy to do anything. He always told me to work hard to get what I want and after the lights turned back on we held on to win by three. The win was for him, Mr. Dodger, the only man to bleed Dodger blue. His tears, his soul, his blood and clothes all show his true color, Dodger Blue. He was preceded in death by his father, William Joseph Conaty. Dennis is survived by his sons, Kyle and Ryan Conaty, Ryan Robinson and Jordan Ratliff; mother, June Conaty; sisters, Kate Mahone and Maureen Young; and nephews, Garrett and Riley Mahone. The memorial service will be at 6:30 p.m. Saturday, Aug. 8, at the Willows Community Park on Havenwood Lane, east of Town Center Drive and south of W. Sahara Ave. It will be a potluck, so everyone should bring some food, if possible, and bring blankets and lounge chairs to relax and sit. Donations can be made to the National Cancer Institute, "Screen for Life" National Colorectal Cancer Action Campaign.
"How the time passed away? All the trouble that we gave and all those days we spent out by the lake. Has it all gone to waste? All the promises we made one-by-one they vanish just the same. Of all the things I still remember, summers never looked the same, the years go by and time just seems to fly by, but the memories remain. In the middle of September, we'd still play out in the rain, nothing to lose but everything to gain. Reflecting now on how things could've been, it was worth it in the end. Now it all seems so clear, there's nothing left to fear, so we made our way by finding what was real. Now the days are so long that summer's moving on, we reach for something that's already gone." (Daughtry, "September," Copyright 2009).
This is in loving memory of a man of great pride and strength. His words were stunning to many and his actions were unforgettable. His wittiness would illuminate any room with joy and laughter. The above song, helps to explain how Dennis spent his years and most of his summers of youth in Elko, fishing in the many lakes, rivers and streams that the north has to offer. The following line explains how much we may all miss him. We will reach out for him and feel his touch. We will speak out and he will hear us. When we need him for our visible reassurance he will find a way to show us all he is around and always will be. The night after he passed he showed me, Kyle, his true power and presence. I went to the softball games, wearing his lone Dodger T-shirt, as he had requested me to do. During the fourth inning of the first game, leading 14-8, as we were looking for our first win of the season, he showed himself. The lights on the field shut off. It had to be him, because he joked about everything and never made it easy to do anything. He always told me to work hard to get what I want and after the lights turned back on we held on to win by three. The win was for him, Mr. Dodger, the only man to bleed Dodger blue. His tears, his soul, his blood and clothes all show his true color, Dodger Blue. He was preceded in death by his father, William Joseph Conaty. Dennis is survived by his sons, Kyle and Ryan Conaty, Ryan Robinson and Jordan Ratliff; mother, June Conaty; sisters, Kate Mahone and Maureen Young; and nephews, Garrett and Riley Mahone. The memorial service will be at 6:30 p.m. Saturday, Aug. 8, at the Willows Community Park on Havenwood Lane, east of Town Center Drive and south of W. Sahara Ave. It will be a potluck, so everyone should bring some food, if possible, and bring blankets and lounge chairs to relax and sit. Donations can be made to the National Cancer Institute, "Screen for Life" National Colorectal Cancer Action Campaign.
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