A Tribute to

Donald Aral Dimmick

"Dondee"











This page is to honor and pay tribute to Don. He was loved and respected by many. The final result and purpose of this page is yet undefined. If anyone would like to see something specific on this page, please EMail me with your suggestions and requests. I will respond if requested.







In November of the year 1620, Constance Hopkins was standing on the deck of a ship looking at a place they call America.  She was probably not happy.  She left her friends and all she knew behind to go with her father, stepmother and brothers, to this America place.  She was probably wishing that they would go back.  That first winter, 51 of the 102 people that came on that boat, The Mayflower, died.  But God was with them and they eventually prospered where they settled, Plymouth, Massachusetts

About ten years later, Thomas Dimock was also standing on the deck of another ship in Massachusetts Bay.  He was truly excited.  This was his future and he knew he would never go back.  He ended up settling in Barnestable, Mass.  He became a freeman, representative and an elder in the local church.

Six generations and about 150 years later, these two lines became entwined in marriage with Eliphlet Dimock marrying Anna Freeman, in approximately 1775.  Two generations later, Thomas Jefferson Dimmick, heard the Gospel and decided to be baptized sometime in 1835.  He then moved his family to Nauvoo and became a land owner there.  When the Saints were driven out of Nauvoo, they went west with the Saints and spent several years in Iowa before finally arriving in Salt Lake in August, 1856.  After arriving in Utah he settled in Spanish Fork.  From a family history about him, I quote:

“Tragedy was a constant visitor to this wonderful family.  Two of their children, Synthia and Moroni, were born mentally retarded and needed constant care and watching.  Their oldest son, Albert (which I will mention again in a moment), was wounded in a battle with the Indians in Diamond Fork Canyon during the Black Hawk Indian war.  Two days later he died leaving three small children and a wife.  Alma, a twin was drowned in the Spanish Fork River when he was 15 years old.  …  Moroni, twin of Alma, was burned to death when he was left alone for a few minutes.  Two of the children died when four years of age, another at ten.  Of the family of 11 children, only five grew to maturity, married and had families.”

Albert, who was killed in the Indian battle, had a son, Albert David Dimmick, who married Sarah Ann Roper, and had 13 children.  Children #10 and 11 were twins:  Oral Tilton and Aral Milton .  Oral died at the age of two and Aral grew up and married someone from another Mormon Pioneer family, Edith Zella Newell.  They had nine children #4 being Donald Marion Dimmick.  On 3 April 1950, he married Eleanore Meats,  Donald Aral, named after his father and Grandfather, was born the 16th of Jan 1951.  Richard Allen, was born 1 February, 1952.  On 3 April, 1953, they were sealed, three months later, Bruce Earl was born on 4 July, 1953.  Six months later, a month before Richard’s second birthday, there was a house fire, Don was scarred and Richard died on January 5, 1954.  Nine months and ten days later on Oct 15, I was born.  On April 17, 1956, Diana Louise was born.  On Dec 27, 1961, Deborah Ann, the last child of Don and Eleanore was born.  On August 4, 1966 at the age of four, Debra Ann died.  Debbie and Don had a very special relationship.  Don’s body will rest next to Debbie’s and Richard’s.

As you can see, this Dimmick family and the Dimmick family in general, is no stranger to death, including infant death.  The death of Don is unique in that it is the first adult death of this generation of his immediate family and it seems like a very untimely and tragic death.  It wasn’t as untimely as it first seems, there is no question that Don was preparing for this.  He knew he had to tidy up many loose ends in his life.  Shortly before he died, he had a garage sale where he practically gave away many things, not surprising knowing Don.  I personally had a foreboding feeling all that day, but I thought it had to do with my lovely bride to be.  Don knew a major change was on the horizon, I just don’t think he realized what it was.

His death was not as painful as you might think.  While it is true his body suffered extreme trauma, his spirit did not.  I am as sure of that as one could be without going through the experience.  For those who have been in an accident you know that the consciousness is blocked out during the impact or trauma.  I have experienced this and I am sure Don did this day also.  All the pain and suffering is in the recovering and healing.  I have also studied near death experiences a while back and there are some very remarkable similarities in all the stories.  I suppose the actual experience Don had went something like this:

Don just left the restaurant for his ride back to his trailer.  Seeing that it might get a little chilly, he decided to put on his long suit.  He said goodbye to his aunt, uncle and cousin thinking it was good to be seeing them again,  and probably thinking it would be even better in a few minutes when he was back on the highway riding his Wing again.  Even after all the miles of riding there is still the thrill and exhilaration to do what he was about to do, ride his Wing.  He puts on his helmet and gloves, throws his leg over the seat, settles in and thinks, “This seat sure is comfy, too bad I am not going far tonight.”  Little did he know that he was going further than he had ever imagined.  He reaches out, turns on the key and pushes the starter button.  As the engine comes alive, he gives a barely perceptible roll on the throttle to feel one with the bike.  A rush of adrenaline flows through his body in anticipation of the next few minutes.  He adjusts his CD player and says any additional good-byes he has to.

He then rights his bike, raises his kick stand, looks around, engages the reverse lever and pushes the starter button again, for the last time.  As the bike slowly backs up, he silently scoffs at Harley riders thinking:  “A Harley can’t hold a candle to this baby” and then adds “I gotta sell this one to Keith so I can buy a new one.”  He disengages the reverse lever and looks around one more time.  He sees that traffic is clear, so he turns on his signal, throws it in gear and rolls on the throttle.  All of this is completely automatic at this point, and can be counted in seconds.  When he finally reaches highway speed, he thinks as he lets out a long breath, “Home.”  Don was truly home on his Wing.

As Don was riding back to the KOA, he was probably thinking about how great his bike was running and handling due to just having it serviced in Bakersfield a few days earlier.  He was also probably thinking about his cool new tent trailer and how nice it will be.  During his ride, he probably noticed a truck that did not seem right and his full attention was then immediately focused on the truck.  Then the truck was right in front of him and he applied all of his training to avoid the truck.  As some of you know, he was constantly attending any and all trainings courses available to him.  In only a moment, he probable thought, “I don’t think I’m going to make it!”

Right before the impact, as if someone changed channels, his perspective changed.  He found himself watching the accident unfold in slow motion, from a higher elevation, as if he were in a grandstand.  “Ooh, that must really hurt!” he probably thought.  Then, “Wait a minute!  That’s me down there!  I don’t look so good.  That probably killed me.  …  Uh, oh.  If that’s me, I’m dead.  I can’t die!  I have more to do, people depend on me.  I can’t leave them like this.”

Then a still, soothing voice comes over him, “It’s OK, Don.  Your mission is complete and your loved ones will be taken care of.”  Never before had he heard a voice like this.  This voice embodied one emotion so completely and effectively, that it could not be denied.  The voice was total and uncompromised, and totally encompassing, Love.  Then in wondering where the voice was coming from, he takes one last look at the accident site and looks around.  He sees a light and follows it, not like he is walking, he just wills it and he goes.  When he sees the personage that is the source of the light, he instantly recognizes Him as his Lord and Savior.  As Don enters His arms, he is told, “Welcome back, Don.  Welcome Home.”

When we were children, we would often play “tag”.  Tag comes from Latin roots.  It means to touch, handle, or to set in order.  The game of tag is to touch someone to determine the order if who is “it”.  Many words come from the root:  tag.  Integer is one.  It denotes any whole number.  Integrate is another, it means to make into a whole by bringing all parts together.  Integrity is one of my favorites.  It means adherence to a code of behavior, or the state of being unimpaired; soundness; completeness, unity.  Our Dimmick heritage is truly a noble one full of integrity.  Donald Aral, like his father, Donald Marion, had integrity.  I live my life constantly striving to live up to the standards that the Dimmick name means to me.  They both had a rigid code of ethics and was the same whether at work or at pleasure.  Some people enrich your life by entering it, others make your life better by leaving it, then again some enrich your life by sharing themselves with you.  I believe they both had a simple way of touching those they came in contact with to make their life even a little bit better.  What I am going to miss about Don the most is the satirical conversations we often had.  We had a way of joking with each other that is yet unmatched.  We could joke and laugh one minute, highly disagree the next and then start joking again.  I am going to miss riding my own Wing behind him, as I always did.  Don led, I followed.  I remember, he bought a Honda CX500, I bought a Honda CB500.  He bought a GL1100, I bought a GL1000.  He bought a 1500, I bought his 1100.  I am going to miss buying his “old Wing” so he could buy another.

Let me share a little of Don with you.  As I was going through some of his possessions recently, I came across some things I would like to share.  First, some things from work.  (read from book)  Here is something from his personal writings:

“This morning…my thoughts were how blessed I am for all these things and how our Father shows his love for us most of all in the spring when everything is so green and beautiful.  I think all these things are what is making me have such a good attitude.  And I was reading my blessing this morning and I was reminded to ‘look forward to the future with fond anticipation’….I love my bishop.  He is such a great man.  I had the opportunity to go to the monthly PPI with the Bishopric this morning and you can tell how much that man loves the members of this ward.  I hope someday to reach my potential to love like that”

How timely it is for Don to pass away in the Spring.  And, I say, Don knows how to share his love, and if that is all one takes out of this life, life has been successful.  One of my firm beliefs is that there are only two things we take with us and only one thing we leave when we die.  We take our knowledge, we take our relationships and we leave our reputation.  Don was wealthy in all three.  One more thing I think appropriate to add.  This is a closed casket service because of the great trauma that Don’s body suffered.  I am reminded of a children’s nursery rhyme about Humpty Dumpty.  Humpty Dumpty did not have God on his side.  If he did, he would have no need for “all the kings horses and all the kings men.”  There is a favorite passage that men with receding hairlines often quote almost in jest.  I would read more than what they quote.  It also may explain why we do not believe in cremation.  It is in the 11th chapter of Alma, verses 42 through 44, and states:

"Now, there is a death which is called a temporal death; and the death of Christ shall loose the bands of this temporal death, that all shall be raised from this temporal death.

The spirit and the body shall be reunited again in it’s perfect form; both limb and joint shall be restored to it’s proper frame, even as we now are at this time…

Now this restoration shall come to all, both old and young, both bond and free, both male and female, both the wicked and the righteous; and even there shall not so much as a hair of their heads be lost; but every thing shall be restored to it’s perfect frame, as it is now, or in the body, and shall be brought and be arranged before the bar of Christ the Son, and God the Father, and the Holy Spirit, which is one Eternal God, to be judged according to their works, whether they be good or whether they be evil."

Soon after I heard about what happened to Don, I turned to one of my favorite hymns, one that I turn to often at times like these:



I believe in Christ --  my Lord, my God!  My feet he plants on Gospel sod.

I’ll worship him with all my might; He is the source of truth and light.

I believe in Christ; he stands supreme!  From Him I’ll gain my fondest dream;

And while I strive through grief and pain, His voice is heard, “Ye shall obtain.”







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