LW Carr

LW “Dub” Carr 74, from Sapulpa, Ok Friday August 14, 2020 place of death Tulsa, Ok causes of death complication due to COVID. Dub was born in Parkhill, Oklahoma on Febuary 7, 1946. Dub graduated from Hulbert HS and the School of Hard Knocks. He started his rodeo days in high school before entering the Army in ‘66 to serve 2 years in the DMZ in Korea. He wore many working hats, starting with the Sand Spring Fire department as both a fireman and paramedic. After leaving the Fire department he worked as form carpenter for Flintco until retiring in 2003. Upon retiring he dedicated his time to his hobbies of hunting, fishing, raising animals, camping, cooking and playing games with his family and friends. When he wasn’t outside he enjoyed listening to “real Country Western music,” as well as watching Western shows and movies. He also loved taking road trips with his wife Loyce. Preceded in Death by Parents Loy Willis Carr and Ethel Carr, Grandson James “Bo” Bell, Brother Johnny Ray Carr and Niece Linda Gayle Applegate. Survived by his wife of 32 years, Loyce Carr; his children, daughter Kelli Dawn Perry and husband Wesley, of Waco, Tx, son, Max Baker of Sapulpa, daughter, Leatha Pierce and husband, Anthony; of Sapulpa, and son, Matthew Baker of Sapulpa, as well as 6 Grandchildren and 5 Greats grandchildren (with one on the way). He is also survived by sisters Ann and Mary and brothers Bob and Jack along with many nieces and nephews. Due to COVID-19 restrictions, the family will be holding a private service. For further information about how to celebrate “The Amazing Life” of Dub Carr, contact Kelli @ 254-498-0166 or Leatha @ 918-698- 0600. In Lieu of flowers you may donate to “Quilts of Valor Foundation” in memory of Dub Carr. Attention: Norlen Grigsby 6805 South Peach Street Broken Arrow, Ok 74011 Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. -Mary Elizabeth Frye