My dad died Sunday.

It was so hard to let him go. He had three wishes: to die at home, to have no service, and to leave his body to the medical school. Those are tough promises to keep, but we did it.

A good friend told me a few months back that it would probably fall to me to write the obituary and I knew she was right. I penciled out his biography. Once in a while, I’d ask him a question or I’d listen carefully as he told someone a story. Bits and pieces got folded into his biography until all that was needed was the top and bottom that make it into an obituary.

Except that, as I’ve learned through the years as a reporter, a person’s family might know them, but they may not know the C.V. After several rounds of family edits, this was the final cut:

Donald Eugene Heinkel, longtime Windsor resident and devoted family man, died September 10. He was 88.

He was born April 20, 1935, in Cedarburg, Wisconsin, to Gerald Heinkel and Leocadia (nee Schesta) Heinkel, the second of five children. Although the family eventually settled in Rockford, Illinois, a large polio outbreak that began in 1937 in Chicago and northern Illinois sent him, along with his mother and siblings, to live near family in Two Rivers, Wisconsin, a tiny town on the western shores of Lake Michigan.

After he graduated high school and completed one year of college, he enlisted in the U.S. Navy. He was stationed in Japan following the Korean War. When it was time to return stateside, he asked his commanding officer to sail home, since he had been on shore duty in Japan. He boarded the USS Yorktown and finished his tour of duty on the USS Midway where he worked filing weather reports.

He took advantage of the G.I. Bill to enroll at Marquette University. He met his wife, Carol, while driving for a laundry service where she also worked. They married November 7, 1959. He earned both a bachelor’s and master’s of science degrees in biology at Marquette.

He then worked for two years as research technician. After realizing he’d be working from grant to grant, he went back to Marquette to enroll in dental school. In his final year of studies, he saw a notecard on a bulletin board. A small farming town in central Wisconsin needed a dentist. In 1970, the family moved to New London and he opened his practice on the second floor of a medical building. The practice grew and he moved to a spacious office building on the banks of the Embarrass River.

The central Wisconsin winters eventually proved too harsh. In 1978, he brought his family to Windsor, Colorado, where he bought an historic building on Fifth Street and did much of the rehabilitation work himself before opening a new practice to serve the fast-growing community.

A skillful woodworker, his first project—a lamp base that he couldn’t quite make square in 7th grade shop class—belied the artist within. As an adult, he took woodworking classes. In the first class, he built a twin bed that nearly every family member has slept in at some point, until he finally kept the bed for himself. His skill and creativity blossomed as he built furniture and decorative items from both classic patterns and his own designs, including tiny end tables assembled from scraps of Texas mesquite.

The move to Colorado also gave him a chance to join with other actors to form the Windsor Community Playhouse. He enjoyed playing a wide range of characters, from the terrifying and murderous Waldo Lydecker in Laura to the hilarious, hapless Father Virgil in Nunsense.

He sold the dental practice to Patrick Weakland and went to Saudi Arabia to practice for several years so that he and Carol could travel and then retire.

He taught himself to play guitar, and was an enthusiastic and accomplished golfer. He hit three holes-in-one during his amateur career, including sinking the same hole twice at Highland Hills and another during tournament play at Pelican Lakes. He also traveled to Scotland to play a round at St. Andrews, the home of golf, and to Augusta, Georgia, to volunteer at the Masters Tournament.

He was preceded in death by his parents; his brothers, Richard Heinkel and Dennis Heinkel; one nephew and one son-in-law. He is survived by his wife of 63 years, Carol; four daughters, Peggy, Chris, Karen and Teresa; three sons-in-law; five grandchildren; two great-grandchildren; four step-grandchildren and their six children; his sisters, Mary Ann Scott, of Arizona, and Helena Wagner, of Hawaii; and sixteen nieces and nephews, more or less.

The family is deeply grateful for the help of Dr. Douglas Kemme, Dr. Daniel Pollyea at the University of Colorado’s Anschutz Medical Campus, the Colorado State Anatomical Board, the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society, and the caring staff of Pathways of Northern Colorado and Homewatch Caregivers.

Adamson Life Celebration Home is in charge of arrangements. No service is planned. Donations may be made to the above organizations or to the charity of your choice. Or, in lieu of donations, make a toast to Don at the 19th hole.

Some bits and pieces from his biography ended up on the cutting room floor.

For example, the family didn’t want to emphasize his military service, because he saw that as a duty. No fanfare required.

In working other obituaries for the newspaper, I’ve sensed that when an individual leaves home–whether they enlisted, or entered college, or started their first full-time job–you often get a glimpse into their origin story.

At one point, my cousin got Dad talking about basic training in the Navy. Dad’s assigned spot for morning calisthenics landed him right in front of the drill sargeant. After the first day, he knew no good would come of it. Meanwhile, he was also offered a menial assignment. There were several bulletin boards around the base where posters and announcements needed to be swapped out and updated daily. Dad accepted the job. He said he knew it was a 20-minute chore, but he always made sure it lasted an hour or two, to spare him the morning calisthenics.

He told us more than once that he and a buddy went to the top of Mount Fuji. Finally, I got him to share details. They rode the train up. It was spectacular. When it was time to go home, they got on the wrong train down. The east side train had wayfinding signs in Japanese and English, to help the tourists. The west side did not. He and his buddy knew they were cutting it close. But they figured their way out and got back to base before they were awol.

I love those stories. They say so much about my dad. He was in the first year of a seminary college when he dropped out to enlist. What an incredible pivot, especially when you consider that the Korean War had just ended.

His life is full of these leap-and-the-net-will-appear moments. Growing up, I didn’t see him that way. But that’s the limit of your kid vision. Your dad is just always just there, punching the clock, supporting the family. Thank goodness we had the gift of time so all that richness could come through.

Being there, being present has incredible value, too. After Mark died, Dad was a touchstone for my kids. Sam adored his grandpa, and their weekly zoom chats. Family has helped him, and so have friends these past few days. His Born 2 Be friends at the riding stables have surrounded him. I’m grateful for our little village here. If you are so inclined, please consider Born 2 Be, and in my dad’s memory, during North Texas Giving Day.



  1. Nancy LeMay on September 16, 2023 at 11:24 pm

    The mark of a good obituary is when a reader wishes they’d known the deceased – or known them better. That’s how I felt reading this tribute. You wouldn’t be who you are without your wonderful dad. May peace be with you.

    • Peggy on September 17, 2023 at 8:08 pm

      Oh, Nancy, this touched me to my very core. Thank you.

  2. Frances on September 16, 2023 at 11:27 pm

    I am so sorry for your loss as well as your family’s loss. Mark, Lydia, and I are praying for y’all during this difficult time.

    • Peggy on September 17, 2023 at 8:09 pm

      Thank you so much for being a part of the village. It means a lot to both of us.

  3. Shahla on September 16, 2023 at 11:45 pm

    A solid tribute to a solid man. He did all the things we should do in life. Thank you for sharing his honorable and interesting life. And for sharing your deep love and respect for him with all of us.

    • Peggy on September 17, 2023 at 8:10 pm

      Thank you, dear friend.

  4. Ann Hatch on September 16, 2023 at 11:59 pm

    I love your dad’s story and the way you’ve crafted it to share with us – especially the extra highlights that didn’t make the formal obit. A life well lived – whose lessons you took to heart and shared with your family. Condolences and hugs, my friend. Thanks for sharing and caring. ✝️️

    • Peggy on September 17, 2023 at 8:22 pm

      Thanks for noticing and for saying so, Ann. I’m touched that you all understand.

  5. Annette Fuller on September 17, 2023 at 1:32 am

    He will always be with you. He had a great life story, full and rich. Thinking of you a lot these days, with love.

    • Peggy on September 17, 2023 at 8:23 pm

      Thank you for all the kindness this past week, Annette.

  6. Kathy Spinelli on September 17, 2023 at 1:42 am

    I’m sorry Peggy. So hard to say goodbye. Thank you for sharing your Dad’s story. Love to you and your family. ❤️

    • Peggy on September 17, 2023 at 8:24 pm

      Kathy this means so much to me. Thank you. Thinking of you and your Dad, too.

  7. Anita Sepko on September 17, 2023 at 11:17 am

    What a wonderful tribute. I met him a few times when he came to Sam’s riding lesson and he was so gracious and kind. I feel I know him better through your writing.

    • Peggy on September 17, 2023 at 8:24 pm

      Thank you for remembering him, too, Anita. It means so much to hear other people’s memories. Hugs.

  8. Janemarie Clark on September 17, 2023 at 3:29 pm

    Ditto Nancy Le May. Beautiful tribute from a beloved daughter. Sending you peace and love and wishes for comfort, dear Peggy.

    • Peggy on September 17, 2023 at 8:24 pm

      Hugs, friend. Thank you so much.

  9. Julie Buchanan on September 17, 2023 at 5:50 pm

    What an amazing man! I am so sorry for your loss, Peggy. There is so much of our parents in each of us and I suspect you got all the best parts of your parents. Yes, I wished I’d have known him. Quite a guy!

    • Peggy on September 17, 2023 at 8:26 pm

      Julie, that is so sweet of you to say. I confess, I did not recognize that leap-and-the-net-will-appear thing in him and myself until I wrote it just this week. Kid vision. Hugs. Thank you.

  10. matthew p voegtle on September 18, 2023 at 10:04 pm

    This is very nice Peggy . Good job . I miss him lots.

    • Peggy on September 19, 2023 at 1:42 am

      Thanks, Matt. Such heartache right now.

  11. Tom Spencer on October 5, 2023 at 12:55 pm

    Peggy, I can’t seem to keep up and going through my accumulated emails I just saw this. I am sorry for your loss. Loss is hard. I was born in Rockford and grew up 28 miles away in my small printing and publishing home town of Mt. Morris. I am sure your Dad was proud of you.

    • Peggy on October 12, 2023 at 2:14 pm

      Thank you, Tom.

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