Kent Dewane Seegmiller passed away on May 28, 2019 at the age of 70, but not before making a lasting impression on everyone he met. He was a caring father, big brother, awesome uncle, and best friend to us all. Above all, he was someone everyone relied on, someone you wanted to call in just about any situation, whether for help or to celebrate. He was the patriarch of the family, both immediate and extended, blood and not. There was nothing he loved more than family…except maybe his hair!
He was born on December 13, 1948 in St. George, Utah. He was the eldest son of Jack Seegmiller and Joyce VanErt. After serving in the Navy, Kent came home to help support his family and, later, to care for his mother, both times selflessly putting his own life on hold. He spent 10 years as a committed and loving caretaker for Joyce, who perhaps was the only person who could rival his love of family and his stubbornness.
Though he had an eclectic career history, he excelled at those positions that highlighted his outgoing personality and knack for construction. He could literally fix ANYTHING and would meticulously spend time doing so for anyone that needed his assistance. He thrived in social settings and loved to strike up a conversation everywhere he went. Not even Swedish people, who are renowned for their reclusiveness, could resist him. Just don’t talk to him about politics or you will lose!
Kent was known and valued for his open-mindedness and nonjudgmental personality. This was because he, himself, liked to do things in his own unconventional and surprising way, for example, letting his 4-year-old grandnieces help him hang Christmas lights on the roof or being the most tech-savvy 70-year-old, you would ever meet.
Above all of his interests was traveling, and he visited and lived in many different places. That drive to travel and connect with people led him to a passion for scuba diving, most notably in Alona Beach in the Philippines, his favorite place in the world.
He loved his family and friends and even though his signature move was to pretend he hated it, he secretly lived for family get-togethers (especially when he could put on his own music/you tube videos/home videos in the background). He cooked a damn good breakfast that everyone loved to gather for, appropriately called “Uncle Kent Breakfasts”. At his happiest, you could find him bragging about his family, grandson, and granddog.
He hated funerals, so he probably should not have died. And to honor his wishes, there will be no funeral services. Kent, your family and everyone who you touched with your love and selflessness will miss you deeply.