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Donahue MacArthur Garwood
March 6, 1942 ~ December 12, 2023 (age 81) 81 Years Old
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It is with profound sadness that I announce the unexpected death of Donahue M Garwood (Donnie to his short-pant boyhood friends) on December 12, 2023 at the age of 81 surrounded by family in Centennial, Colorado of heart failure.
He was preceded in death by his father Herbert and mother Doris. He is survived by Yvonne his wife of 48 years, two sons Dr Jason Garwood and Mr Kevin Garwood, a granddaughter Ms Milan, a brother Mr Douglas Garwood and many nieces, nephews, cousins and friends. He was truly looking forward to meeting Ms Milan face to face as she’s only six months old and lives in Florida.
Don was born on the beautiful island of Jamaica in Kingston. He attended Wolmer’s Boy School excelling in soccer and track and field. He had thousands of great memories and stories involving his short pant friends growing up.
He and his Mom immigrated to NYC in the 50’s and he took to NY like a fish to water. Broadway, be bop, artists, music, writers and all kinds of foods. NYC was a feast and Don enjoyed it all. He graduated from John Jay High school with athletic honors and attended one year of college. He was drafted and he didn’t run away. He did his duty including a tour in Vietnam with the Big Red 1 1st Infantry Division Artillery earning recognition. When he returned he drifted for awhile but found his way and started working for a major airline retiring 37 years later in Colorado. He believed in the promise of America and became a US citizen in the 80’s.
Don was a talker, a true renaissance man. He would talk to anyone about anything anywhere. He was a fantastic artist with pieces hanging all over America. A coin and stamp collector. A hunter and fisherman. He’d just started birding and was excited to get into the field. He was truly an amazing man…not perfect but truly amazing. Mi luv mi boonoonoonoos..
Don will remain in our home until I decide which military cemetery to place him in.