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H. Dean Kopp

11/15/56 - 06/12/16

Dean has fought a lifelong battle with addiction and mental illness, particularly the last several years.

Even though we were no longer together, I would  like to remember him for all the great qualities that he possessed.

Dean was an accomplished bricklayer and stone mason and he took great pride in a job well done.  He worked hard and he considered providing for his family a top priority.  He operated his business with the utmost integrity and was honest in all his business endeavours.  He could successfully bid and run jobs despite the fact that he could never come to terms with the fact that zero times five was zero.  Still makes me laugh.   

Even though Dean had a “loner” mentality, he had a quick, sharp wit and an explosive laugh when pushed.  Our boys often laugh at his made-up words and tell stories of his work persona.

He enjoyed good music and he had an uncanny ability to name “that” tune and artist.  Even the obscure ones.

We have memories of a man who, by example, encouraged us to enjoy the outdoors.  We went camping, hiking and canoeing.  We enjoyed many vacations at Creation festivals (with loud alternative rock) as well as outdoor trips to the PA Grand Canyon and Shin Pond. ME.  We combined an annual bottle show with a trip to Rehoboth Beach.  

Dean had a soft spot for babies and all animals.  I can still see him with his goat-herding staff when we had four goats that we saved from a negligent client of his. 

He had an unquestioning faith that I always envied.  When he was strong, we enjoyed many blessings.  He taught me that sometimes you just have to do the right thing even if you don’t feel like it.  And, if you know me at all, you have to realize what a challenge that was.  

He had a good heart.  He never hesitated to open our home to people who needed help and he was patient with my failings.

I can’t remember a holiday or a picnic with my family where he didn’t tend to the kids so I could visit without constant interruption.

He (and we) did have difficult times and he never was completely able to learn to live an “ordinary” life despite repeatedly trying.

I want to believe that now he has found that elusive peace that he seemed to desperately need.

May he rest in peace.