Wednesday, April 8, 2009


I have had a hard week... much harder than I thought I would you see my step dad or ex step dad passed away last Saturday in a horrible fire. Because it has been about 12 years since I have seen or talked to him I kept trying to convince myself that I was fine, but in fact I loved Jeff he was my dad for 8 years and I cant ignore the huge part he played in my life.
Jeff was a man who at just 20 married my mom who had 4 children already aging from 6-12. What a task that was for such a young man. For 8 years he was the man I called dad until my mom and him divorced. There have been so many times I have thought of Jeff over the past 12 years. I regret very much that I never called him over these years especially this last year when I had had a feeling that I really should have. I will always hate that I didnt make that phone call.
Now that Im thinking back to those 8 years I am thinking of all Jeff did for me. He taught me to drive, he taught me how to shoot a gun and how to be safe, I always knew that I was his favorite and I took full advantage of that! At 16 he gave me the curfew of 1:00 knowing that I would always be home by 12 anyways. I always got away with things with him and I always appreciated having him on my side. Jeff was a man that always made you feel like no matter the situation you would feel safe. He loved to go 4-wheeling and we would be way up on top of a mountain on 3 wheels and although it was scary I always knew I didnt need to be scared because he could get us out of anything. He was an excellent hunter and loved the outdoors. He was the only person who could ever get me to eat deer, rabbit and all sorts of other game. He was excellent at so many things and so handy. At 16 he bought me a Chevy S10 and fixed it up, he put new carpet in and a new stereo some paint and a cool shifter.. 1 little fact though was if you opened the hood you would see tucked tape and rags LOL but it ran and most my friends were pretty jealous that I had my own truck at 16! I attribute a lot of my street smarts to him too, I can be pretty handy when I need to be. Whenever we see mallards or geese and the kids get excited I love that I can share info with them and I always think of Jeff because he is the reason I have that stuff in my brain. I will always carry these fond memories with me like when he started and ice cube fight with us... I have often started water fights or ice fights with Rich and the kids because of Jeff and the fun memories that gave me. Jeff was a trucker and he loved it and every summer we would take turns going on the road with him, I loved getting spoiled for that week and loved hearing him chat on his radio with his friends... it took me a long trip one week to realize that alligator on the road actually meant pieces of tire!
So Jeff you will be missed and always loved and appreciated for all you did for us.

Jeffrey James Mitchell

Jeffrey J. Mitchell August 30, 1968 ~April 4, 2009

Jeffrey James Mitchell, 40, of Delta, Utah, died April 4, 2009 in a tragic accident in Delta. Born August 30, 1968 in Provo. He was the son of Dean Ray and Gaylene Davis Mitchell. He was a member of the LDS Church and an Eagle Scout.Jeff grew up in Orem, graduated Mountain View High School, attended Dixie College, and the Trade Tech. Jeff owned his own trucking business and loved to drive the big rigs down the open road. Liked to spend time outdoors; camping, fishing and hunting all kinds of animals, most of all loved hunting ducks and geese. Loved living in Delta. If you wanted to know about duck hunting or where to get the most action, he was the one you wanted to talk to. He knew all the good spots. Loved his children dearly; tried to provide them with all their wants and needs.Survived by his children: Cody, Saratoga Springs; Jasmine, Lindsey, and Austin - Leamington, Ut; parents, Saratoga Springs; grandparents: Dorothy Davis, Orem; Albert Mitchell, Lehi; sisters: Kristeen (Kerry) Crystal, Lehi; Jody (Derek) Offret, Santaquin; 5 nieces and 1 nephew, and many friends, especially Melanie. Preceded in death by grandparents: Wallace Davis and Beth Mitchell.Services: Thursday, April 9, 2009, 11 am, Delta 1st LDS Ward, 222 W 200 N. Friends call at church, Thursday morning, 9:45-10:45 am. Burial, 4 pm, East Lawn Cemetery, 4800 N 650 E, Provo.


tamiz said...

I'm sorry for your loss and hope you can find peace. Be grateful for the good memories you have of him. Don't keep kicking yourself over not calling. I know he's got your message now!

Erica said...

I am so sorry- prayers are being sent your way. I think you should feel really lucky that you have wonderful memories of things you guys did together. What a really neat guy. Take care!!

Becki said...

Simply Beautiful!! 'Nuff said!!!

Tirsa said...

I am so sorry to hear of your loss. Even though you haven't talked to him for awhile, it is obvious that he meant a lot to you and I'm sure he knows that somehow.

Melissa said...

I'm so sorry for your loss!

Elizabeth said...

I too am sorry for your loss. Our prayers are with you and your family.

This Girl said...

He was the best dad ANYONE could ever ask for! I miss him dearly but I no he's always in my heart. Keep the memories alive because once the memories fade away....there will be nothing left.