Birth date: Jun 5, 1953 Death date: May 12, 2022
Ricky W. Nuttall Born June 5, 1953 in Provo, UT, died May 12, 2022 at his home Provo, UT. Rick was a loving son, brother, uncle, cousin, great friend and helper to many. He was fondly referred to as “Uncle Rick” by his dearest fr Read Obituary
Well, where do we begin... As Rick always told me, "From the beginning." Rick and I have been friends since the day we met 7 to 8 years ago. What started as him putting an ad on craigslist for help with scrapping, which I responded to, ended up being more like family. In fact, Rick was just like a Dad to me. He would take time and explain things to me that were new to me. He always listened to me with a clear mind and an open heart. That actually went for everybody. He was always there to give advice. Sometimes it was just some smart alec remark like go ahead and touch that electric fence haha. But more often than not, his advice made sense, was easy to understand and was always short, tpot he point and well said. My most favorite memories can't be shared here. Those conversations and situations are things that can't be shared with just anyone. I hold those memories tight in my heart. But once, he called me up and asked me to come build him a damn good fire. So I did. I returned home. 5 min later he called back saying his house was on fire. WHAT? As you all know I only had a bike, and although it was snowing, I hauled ass slipping and sliding the whole way. When I got there I found out the house was not on fire. It was 120 degrees inside though by the fire place. It was 110 in his bedroom. He said a damn good fire right??? Haha. Some of the things he taught me that I''ll never forget is that you may not have a lot of money in this life. But that's not important. What's important is how much fun you have on the way to making what you do. He always set a good example and always treated everyone with respect and dignity.
I came down to see him about a month ago and I didn't want to leave for the longest time. We had a freak of nature snowstorm come in and he didn't want me to leave and drive to Ogden in the storm. After convincing the stubborn old coot that I would call him and update him along the way, he finally said ok. As long as I promised to call him. I didn't have a chance to call him though. He called me 3 times on the way to ChicOgden just to make sure I was ok. That man never had a bad thing to say about anyone. He even bit his tongue sometimes when he shouldn't have. As Lori mentioned, we almost lost him several times. Quite a few of those times I was there to help. Getting Rick to accept help was a chore. It wasn't in his nature to ask or accept. He just got in there and did what he had to do himself. I came down about 10 days before he departed when I got word he wasn't doing very well. I knew it was my duty to see him again, to pay my respects and to say goodbye in person. When I was here, he couldn't walk into the other room without help. By the time he got there he was so wiped out that I would carry him back to his bedroom. I was more than grateful that I got to help. Frustrated, but grateful. I got to give back to someone I could never repay. I knew he would be stubborn when it came to dying because that's just Rick. I think that he wanted to stay, for us, to be able to help still. And, to be honest, he wasn't ready to leave the metal behind either lol. Anyway, until we meet again. my friend, you will always be in my heart, on my mind and in my prayers. Thank you for everything you taught me. I couldn't have learned as much as you taught me in such a short amount of time from anyone else. You will be loved, missed and cherished for everything you've done and everything you are. You're a good man Rick. Like an old man told me every time I left, "Hey. we'll see ya later"
My deepest sympathy to all yes he was all of that and more I am really going to miss him we had a lot of good times together threw the years he was a special guy
