Danny Bahr

1984

Daniel Ray Bahr
08 Oct 1952 - 06 Nov 1986

Clubs & Associations

Rocky Mountain Rainbeaus

Quick Facts

veteran of the US Air Force
founding member of Rocky Mountain Rainbeaus ^[1]

Obituary

Daniel R. Bahr
Funeral services for Daniel R. Bahr,' 34, of Denver, Colo., formerly of Fremont, were held in Denver.

Mr. Bahr died Nov. 6 from pneumonia as a complication of Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome.

He was born Oct. 8, 1952, in Fremont. He attended Fremont public schools, served in the U.S. Air Force and worked in a Denver warehouse before his death.

Survivors include his father, Ernest Bahr of Fremont; his mother, Virginia Grosch of Spearfish, S.D.; a brother, James of Hysham, Mont.; a sister, Connie Bacon of Redfield, S.D.; and grandmothers Sylvia Bahr of Hawthorne, Calif., and Leona Andersen of Wolbach, Neb.

Burial was in Denver.^[2]

Remembrances

In Memoriam
Daniel Ray Bahr
(Oct. 8, 1952—Nov. 6, 1986)

Danny was a man not many people knew unless they were working in the background for the Colorado Gay Rodeo Association. He was a very quiet man who voiced his opinions only when necessary. Danny loved his "country" living and all of the labor it brought. He was gentle and loving with his animals, as he was with his friends and acquaintances. Anyone who spent time with Danny would quickly realize how much he was willing to give of himself and of his time to help in even the smallest way. Danny was one that would run errands, type notes or letters, man a booth at the last minute, run a derigging chute or simply lend an ear to those who needed to talk or a shoulder for those in need. The little things that no one wanted to do would consistently be completed by Danny; he thrived on the work and involvement with his friends and community.

Reflecting upon Danny, we will all remember the happy as well as sad hours we spent with him. When completing the tasks Danny thrived upon or working the chutes at a rodeo, we will always remember the smile Danny so willingly gave. Sometimes vibrant, sometimes tired, but always willing. We are left with the memories of his warmth and caring and will reflect upon this in our everyday lives.^[3]