In Memory

Gary Peterson

Our beloved son, brother, father, and husband, Gary Peterson, age 57, died December 12, 2001 from injuries sustained as a pedestrian in a hit-and-run accident.

He was born on July 26, 1944, in Salina, Utah, to Lola Sorenson and Reed G. Bills (Glendale, Arizona).  They were later divorced.  From the age of three he was raised by his mother and stepfather, Boyd E. Peterson

Gary attended schools in Salina, Provo, and graduated from Orem High School.  He completed a four-year course sponsored by the Utah Department of Transportation and attended the College of Eastern Utah, Utah State University, and Brigham Young University.  These courses were in the fields of mathematics, English, strength of materials, and surveying.

Gary's career as an accomplished computer draftsman spanned 31 years.  He worked for Northwest Pipeline Corporation, Utah Department of Highways, and was currently employed at C.D.I. Corporation West.

He loved the outdoors, the mountains of Ephraim and Salina, Utah. He was an avid read of classic literature, especially Hemingway, and loved Jazz and Blues music.

At age 21, Gary married Tomilynn Henderson and helped raise her five children.  They were later divorced.  Together they had two sons:  Michael (Cami) Peterson of Kanosh, Utah, and Jeremy Peterson of West Valley City, Utah.

His wife, Emily Reed, resides in West Valley City, Utah.  He helped raise her four children.

He is also survived by his mother and stepfather, Lola S. and Boyd E. Peterson of Provo, Utah, one brother, B. Kent (Wendy) Peterson or Roy, Utah; two sisters, Julie Peterson-Lloyd of Sandy, Utah, Ann (Phil) Hartvigsen, of North Ogden, Utah, two grandchildren, Quinn and Maggie Peterson of Kanosh, Utah.  Dear friends, Don Archuleta, of Salt Lake City, Utah, and Rick and Kathy Holthus of Texas.  We all love you, Gary.

In following his wishes, there will not be a funeral.

"Best of all he loved the fall, the leaves yellow on the aspen.  Leaves floating on the trout streams above the hills, the high blue windless skies. Now he will be part of them forever." (Plaque at Hemingway's gravesite.