In loving memory of

Mr. Harold Lee Wells
December 25, 1961 - March 18, 2009

Harold L. Wells, Jr., 47, Greenwood, died March 18, 2009. He was affiliated with the Plumbing and Steamfitters Union and worked on the Lucas Oil Stadium. He enjoyed golf, hunting, fishing, and spending time with his son,Derrick.

He is survived by his son, Derrick Wells, parents, Harold L. Wells, Sr. (Mary Ann), Litchfield, MN, mother Elizabeth Stein, Enterprise, AL, sisters Debra Kilgore, Brenda Irvin, Sheila Baber, Lesa Crabtree, Amanda Parrish, Julie Ann Lussier, and Leanna Wells, and host of nieces and nephews, other relatives and friends.

Tributes

The Harmon Family wrote on Nov 9, 2018:

"Rheda, Candace , James Jr and Jessica y'all are in our prayers. Sending love and hugs y'alls way.The Harmon Family"

Expression of Sympathy wrote on Nov 9, 2018:

"A Roses are Red Deluxe was sent on November 9, 2018Jessica you and your family are in our Prayers. May God's Grace and Mercy Cover you and your Family during this time. Just know that we are here for you. We Love you very much. Your Babin's Family. "

Expression of Sympathy wrote on Nov 9, 2018:

"A Mauve Memories was sent on November 9, 2018Jessica, Our Prayers are with you and your Family during this time. May God's Grace and Mercy Cover you and your Family. Just know that we Love you Very Much. Your Babin's Family "

Best Friend wrote on Dec 8, 2009:

"I know you are at peace in Gods arms. You are sadly missed by your friend that is left with a hole in her heart."

brenda irvin wrote on Mar 24, 2009:

"My Dearest Brother; Heaven is rejoicing as a new angel comes to you. "God, he's gonna have a bent halo, but he has a heart of gold". I love you so much, Tex! I feel so fortunate as we share so many memories. Make sure you get Grandma to play a game of kickball with you just like we did growing up. Spending the weekends with Grandma was the best, wasn't it? We scoured the ditches for pop bottles to turn in to get candy. We took our stash back to Grandma's house and sat on the living room floor trying to figure out what to eat first. Our hideout was the apple tree in the back yard. It seems like we were always climbing trees. We threw rocks at that nasty rooster because he pecked at the hens. Remember when Grandma lived on 56th street and we climbed the hills of sand at the quarry? Grandma let us run and run. When it came time for a bath, you would take off running out of the house naked and Grandma was right behind chasing you. The one thing that I will always treasure is the bond we shared. We should have been twins because it was as though we shared a piece of our hearts with each other that was for us and us alone. There has been no other person in this world that I have been so close to, except you. We shared an unconditional love with each other. You called me one day and thanked me for saving your life. Sacrificing my life to save yours was never an option. You are my brother, my soul, and for me, there was never an option because of the love I have for you. One memory that stands out the most for me is when you got into trouble with the bowling alley. I was leaving to go to work and the detective was leaving at the same time. I climbed in the car and the song, "He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother" started to play. I cried and cried for you because that song says it all. Our life together and the burdens and joys our hearts shared. Thank you for the greatest gift you could give our family--Derrick. You loved him unconditionally with all of your heart. We both know how important it is to love your child unconditionally. Please know I'll cherish him just as you cherished him. Sending you love and hugs. Give Grandma a hug, for me, okay? Forever and a day, my brother, Brenda "

Tony Kilbourne wrote on Mar 24, 2009:

"To the Wells family, It goes without saying that I have a heavy heart just now learning of Harold's passing. I spent a great deal of time with him on out of town jobs for P.I.P.E. Inc. We sang songs to make the job go by smooth. He often called me Mellencamp. ha ha. He was definitly someone that I not only respected, but just knew that if he was on the job, everything was going to be ok. He sure spoke highly of his son Derrick. With that said, May God hold you in his hands and I hope you find peace in your unwanted journey. Miss you already buddy. Harold's friend, Mellencamp :)"