Adam Christopher Dean 18, of Lebanon, died Friday, July 30, 2010.
He was born Sept. 27, 1991, in Indianapolis. Adam was a 2010 graduate of Lebanon High School. He spent his summer since graduation doing all of the things he loved to do, including being with his friends and throwing himself fully into the Boone County 4-H fair. He was the son of David A. Dean and companion Jill Crosby, and Anita L. Wolfe and his step-father Jeffrey B. Wolfe. Adam had a beloved brother Matthew David Dean; stepsiblings, Kelsey and Nate Wolfe; and Jill's daughter, Hannah Crosby. He is also survived by paternal grandparents, Delmar and Louella Dean; maternal grandparents, Everett and Donna Newman; and stepgrandparents, Trevor Max and Thelma Wolfe.
Adam, more than most of us, knew his place in this world and accepted it. He always questioned why things happened for him the way that they did, but he did not complain too much about it. He just would try to figure out how to change it.
Adam was a member of Pleasant View Church and a 10-year 4-H member and one of the most active members of the Boone County Antique Tractor and Machinery Club, Inc. He loved all of the simple things in this world: tractors, trucks, fishing, shooting guns and participating in tractor pulls with his dad. But most of all he loved you, whoever you are reading this. He truly wanted to be your friend. Adam never knew a stranger, and as soon as he met you he would count you among his friends. To Adam, being a friend was a simple thing. It simply means that whatever your friends need, you do. And he would. Adam did not care much about what job he was doing, but he always enjoyed it a little more when it involved something with a motor.
Adam had an old soul and felt it was his job to take care of everyone around him. He had a wide group of friends, and connected to those both younger and many who were much older than he. There were no boundaries as to who he would find interesting.
Among the simple things Adam loved, was talking to people, any people. He just always wanted to talk to someone. He especially liked talking with older men who wanted to tell him their stories. He could listen for hours to any tall tale these guys would share. But it was always more than listening; he truly connected with and cared about them, and they did not have any choice but to care about him too. He was infectious that way.
During his last two years of high school he discovered something he had struggled to believe for years. The people around him liked him, and wanted to spend time with him. He developed some lifelong friends that meant the world to him. Guys, you know who you are, and we love you and thank you for being there for him.
We may never be able to measure the impact Adam had and continues to have on this world. He was a fighter, but he did it in a very private and quiet sort of way. Telling him he could not do something was a sure way to get him to try harder.
As you may know, he did not care too much for books. He wanted to take his lessons with his hands and he taught himself a lot that way. For Adam, the school he wanted to attend was the one taught from the minds of those ahead of him who could show and tell him how to get things done.
Adam had his own pace; sometimes it would be much slower than those of us around him wanted it to be. As frustrating as this could be, he was always slow and steady and would get there when he saw fit. For the most part he did not leave a job unfinished.
Adam was a big tough guy with a big soft heart. His heroes were us ordinary people who just get up every day and get the job done. He was a dreamer with dreams as big as the stories he told. He was unique and special, but his biggest dream was to be just like everybody else.
We did not have him nearly long enough, but we were lucky to have him as long as we did. Adam packed a good seventy years of living into his short eighteen years.
Adam, we love you so much and will miss you with every bit of our hearts. We know that you are in the hands of God; and if he has something that needs to be fixed you will be right there to back up your truck, get on your gloves and "git-r-done."
He was born Sept. 27, 1991, in Indianapolis. Adam was a 2010 graduate of Lebanon High School. He spent his summer since graduation doing all of the things he loved to do, including being with his friends and throwing himself fully into the Boone County 4-H fair. He was the son of David A. Dean and companion Jill Crosby, and Anita L. Wolfe and his step-father Jeffrey B. Wolfe. Adam had a beloved brother Matthew David Dean; stepsiblings, Kelsey and Nate Wolfe; and Jill's daughter, Hannah Crosby. He is also survived by paternal grandparents, Delmar and Louella Dean; maternal grandparents, Everett and Donna Newman; and stepgrandparents, Trevor Max and Thelma Wolfe.
Adam, more than most of us, knew his place in this world and accepted it. He always questioned why things happened for him the way that they did, but he did not complain too much about it. He just would try to figure out how to change it.
Adam was a member of Pleasant View Church and a 10-year 4-H member and one of the most active members of the Boone County Antique Tractor and Machinery Club, Inc. He loved all of the simple things in this world: tractors, trucks, fishing, shooting guns and participating in tractor pulls with his dad. But most of all he loved you, whoever you are reading this. He truly wanted to be your friend. Adam never knew a stranger, and as soon as he met you he would count you among his friends. To Adam, being a friend was a simple thing. It simply means that whatever your friends need, you do. And he would. Adam did not care much about what job he was doing, but he always enjoyed it a little more when it involved something with a motor.
Adam had an old soul and felt it was his job to take care of everyone around him. He had a wide group of friends, and connected to those both younger and many who were much older than he. There were no boundaries as to who he would find interesting.
Among the simple things Adam loved, was talking to people, any people. He just always wanted to talk to someone. He especially liked talking with older men who wanted to tell him their stories. He could listen for hours to any tall tale these guys would share. But it was always more than listening; he truly connected with and cared about them, and they did not have any choice but to care about him too. He was infectious that way.
During his last two years of high school he discovered something he had struggled to believe for years. The people around him liked him, and wanted to spend time with him. He developed some lifelong friends that meant the world to him. Guys, you know who you are, and we love you and thank you for being there for him.
We may never be able to measure the impact Adam had and continues to have on this world. He was a fighter, but he did it in a very private and quiet sort of way. Telling him he could not do something was a sure way to get him to try harder.
As you may know, he did not care too much for books. He wanted to take his lessons with his hands and he taught himself a lot that way. For Adam, the school he wanted to attend was the one taught from the minds of those ahead of him who could show and tell him how to get things done.
Adam had his own pace; sometimes it would be much slower than those of us around him wanted it to be. As frustrating as this could be, he was always slow and steady and would get there when he saw fit. For the most part he did not leave a job unfinished.
Adam was a big tough guy with a big soft heart. His heroes were us ordinary people who just get up every day and get the job done. He was a dreamer with dreams as big as the stories he told. He was unique and special, but his biggest dream was to be just like everybody else.
We did not have him nearly long enough, but we were lucky to have him as long as we did. Adam packed a good seventy years of living into his short eighteen years.
Adam, we love you so much and will miss you with every bit of our hearts. We know that you are in the hands of God; and if he has something that needs to be fixed you will be right there to back up your truck, get on your gloves and "git-r-done."
Adam Christopher Dean 18, of Lebanon, died Friday, July 30, 2010.
He was born Sept. 27, 1991, in Indianapolis. Adam was a 2010 graduate of Lebanon High School. He spent his summer since graduation doing all of the things he loved to do, including being with his friends and throwing himself fully into the Boone County 4-H fair. He was the son of David A. Dean and companion Jill Crosby, and Anita L. Wolfe and his step-father Jeffrey B. Wolfe. Adam had a beloved brother Matthew David Dean; stepsiblings, Kelsey and Nate Wolfe; and Jill's daughter, Hannah Crosby. He is also survived by paternal grandparents, Delmar and Louella Dean; maternal grandparents, Everett and Donna Newman; and stepgrandparents, Trevor Max and Thelma Wolfe.
Adam, more than most of us, knew his place in this world and accepted it. He always questioned why things happened for him the way that they did, but he did not complain too much about it. He just would try to figure out how to change it.
Adam was a member of Pleasant View Church and a 10-year 4-H member and one of the most active members of the Boone County Antique Tractor and Machinery Club, Inc. He loved all of the simple things in this world: tractors, trucks, fishing, shooting guns and participating in tractor pulls with his dad. But most of all he loved you, whoever you are reading this. He truly wanted to be your friend. Adam never knew a stranger, and as soon as he met you he would count you among his friends. To Adam, being a friend was a simple thing. It simply means that whatever your friends need, you do. And he would. Adam did not care much about what job he was doing, but he always enjoyed it a little more when it involved something with a motor.
Adam had an old soul and felt it was his job to take care of everyone around him. He had a wide group of friends, and connected to those both younger and many who were much older than he. There were no boundaries as to who he would find interesting.
Among the simple things Adam loved, was talking to people, any people. He just always wanted to talk to someone. He especially liked talking with older men who wanted to tell him their stories. He could listen for hours to any tall tale these guys would share. But it was always more than listening; he truly connected with and cared about them, and they did not have any choice but to care about him too. He was infectious that way.
During his last two years of high school he discovered something he had struggled to believe for years. The people around him liked him, and wanted to spend time with him. He developed some lifelong friends that meant the world to him. Guys, you know who you are, and we love you and thank you for being there for him.
We may never be able to measure the impact Adam had and continues to have on this world. He was a fighter, but he did it in a very private and quiet sort of way. Telling him he could not do something was a sure way to get him to try harder.
As you may know, he did not care too much for books. He wanted to take his lessons with his hands and he taught himself a lot that way. For Adam, the school he wanted to attend was the one taught from the minds of those ahead of him who could show and tell him how to get things done.
Adam had his own pace; sometimes it would be much slower than those of us around him wanted it to be. As frustrating as this could be, he was always slow and steady and would get there when he saw fit. For the most part he did not leave a job unfinished.
Adam was a big tough guy with a big soft heart. His heroes were us ordinary people who just get up every day and get the job done. He was a dreamer with dreams as big as the stories he told. He was unique and special, but his biggest dream was to be just like everybody else.
We did not have him nearly long enough, but we were lucky to have him as long as we did. Adam packed a good seventy years of living into his short eighteen years.
Adam, we love you so much and will miss you with every bit of our hearts. We know that you are in the hands of God; and if he has something that needs to be fixed you will be right there to back up your truck, get on your gloves and "git-r-done."
He was born Sept. 27, 1991, in Indianapolis. Adam was a 2010 graduate of Lebanon High School. He spent his summer since graduation doing all of the things he loved to do, including being with his friends and throwing himself fully into the Boone County 4-H fair. He was the son of David A. Dean and companion Jill Crosby, and Anita L. Wolfe and his step-father Jeffrey B. Wolfe. Adam had a beloved brother Matthew David Dean; stepsiblings, Kelsey and Nate Wolfe; and Jill's daughter, Hannah Crosby. He is also survived by paternal grandparents, Delmar and Louella Dean; maternal grandparents, Everett and Donna Newman; and stepgrandparents, Trevor Max and Thelma Wolfe.
Adam, more than most of us, knew his place in this world and accepted it. He always questioned why things happened for him the way that they did, but he did not complain too much about it. He just would try to figure out how to change it.
Adam was a member of Pleasant View Church and a 10-year 4-H member and one of the most active members of the Boone County Antique Tractor and Machinery Club, Inc. He loved all of the simple things in this world: tractors, trucks, fishing, shooting guns and participating in tractor pulls with his dad. But most of all he loved you, whoever you are reading this. He truly wanted to be your friend. Adam never knew a stranger, and as soon as he met you he would count you among his friends. To Adam, being a friend was a simple thing. It simply means that whatever your friends need, you do. And he would. Adam did not care much about what job he was doing, but he always enjoyed it a little more when it involved something with a motor.
Adam had an old soul and felt it was his job to take care of everyone around him. He had a wide group of friends, and connected to those both younger and many who were much older than he. There were no boundaries as to who he would find interesting.
Among the simple things Adam loved, was talking to people, any people. He just always wanted to talk to someone. He especially liked talking with older men who wanted to tell him their stories. He could listen for hours to any tall tale these guys would share. But it was always more than listening; he truly connected with and cared about them, and they did not have any choice but to care about him too. He was infectious that way.
During his last two years of high school he discovered something he had struggled to believe for years. The people around him liked him, and wanted to spend time with him. He developed some lifelong friends that meant the world to him. Guys, you know who you are, and we love you and thank you for being there for him.
We may never be able to measure the impact Adam had and continues to have on this world. He was a fighter, but he did it in a very private and quiet sort of way. Telling him he could not do something was a sure way to get him to try harder.
As you may know, he did not care too much for books. He wanted to take his lessons with his hands and he taught himself a lot that way. For Adam, the school he wanted to attend was the one taught from the minds of those ahead of him who could show and tell him how to get things done.
Adam had his own pace; sometimes it would be much slower than those of us around him wanted it to be. As frustrating as this could be, he was always slow and steady and would get there when he saw fit. For the most part he did not leave a job unfinished.
Adam was a big tough guy with a big soft heart. His heroes were us ordinary people who just get up every day and get the job done. He was a dreamer with dreams as big as the stories he told. He was unique and special, but his biggest dream was to be just like everybody else.
We did not have him nearly long enough, but we were lucky to have him as long as we did. Adam packed a good seventy years of living into his short eighteen years.
Adam, we love you so much and will miss you with every bit of our hearts. We know that you are in the hands of God; and if he has something that needs to be fixed you will be right there to back up your truck, get on your gloves and "git-r-done."
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