April 19, 1959–April 11, 2018
On Wednesday morning, April 11, we knew something was wrong. It was not like Harley not to pick up the phone with anticipation that he was going to get to go somewhere with one or both of his sisters. It was with great sadness that we had to find out that the angels had come to take Harley to heaven to be with his brother and best friend, John, along with his mom and dad.
Harley was a simple, quiet man. He had a fairly normal childhood but as the years progressed, it became increasingly obvious that something was wrong. At the age of 27, Harley seemed to be struggling with some of the realities in life. Later that year, he was diagnosed with a mental illness. He was a giant of a teddy bear, who wished nothing but the best for everyone he came in contact with. He was always happy as a lark, when anyone would take the time out of their day to have a conversation with him. Harley grew weary after his brother and parents died and decided to go to Alabama to be by close aunts and uncles.
After a while, he grew homesick and decided to come home to Butte. Harley was so excited when he got to go down for lunch and visit his friends at Silver House.
Harley’s family would like to give a special thank-you to Cathy Waldman, who was his case manager, but he referred to her as a true friend.
Harley was so excited when he got to move down to Highland View Manor, where he would have many friendships to make. His sisters were excited for this prospect for him and they thought he’d be able to walk for exercise since he was on the flats. However, that was not to be, because several years ago Harley used to walk the streets and hills. Unfortunately, a group of young men decided to jump him, beating him severely, breaking several of his ribs. After that, Harley never strayed far from home, but that would not stop him from going over every day for his coffee and ice cream at McDonald’s, where the staff always treated him with great kindness.
He loved the vacation that he got to go on to Mount Rushmore a few years ago and loved the little casino jaunts that his sisters took him on to the Indian casinos.
He was preceded in death by his parents, Theresa and Coleman Speegle; brother, John Speegle; and sister, Louanne Speegle.
He is survived by his sisters, Lucinda Moats and Melissa Blastek; sister-in-law, Karen Speegle; nephews, Don Moats and Michael Blastek; nieces, Anna Speegle (Dave Nixon), Lisa (John) Curry, Shelby (Justin) Smart, Chelsy Blastek and Heather Blastek; and great-nieces and nephews that he was very fond of, Payton, A.J., Gracen, Aspen, and soon to be little Charlotte.
In lieu of flowers, Harley’s family would like anyone and everyone to take that extra time on any given day and please give that “odd” person that you may be standing next to or passing on the street a sincere, “Hello, how are you today?” They feel very alone, and to just make someone’s day is truly a wonderful act of kindness.
Cremation has taken place, and private family services will be held at a later date.
May you finally have a life of peace, our beautiful brother.