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Obituary
Neal Ray Farmer, 58, passed away Friday, August 14, 2020.
A celebration of his life will be held 2 pm on Thursday, August 20, 2020 at Grace Church in Borger.
Neal was born February 19, 1962 in Borger to Clifford Farmer and Willetta McLemore Farmer. He was a member of Life House Church in Fritch. He had a heart for people and never met a stranger. Neal enjoyed dancing, hunting, fighting and watching sports on tv, mainly the Dallas Cowboys but would cheer for any Texas team. Nothing brought more joy to his life than his family, rather it be on vacation, coaching his kids in various sports or just spending time with them.
He is preceded in death by his parents.
Survivors include his wife, Mona of Fritch; sons, Preston Farmer and wife Charlotte of Fritch, Garrett Farmer and wife Aleigha of Shamrock, Trey Farmer and wife Tessa of Fritch; daughters, Monica Berry and husband James of Fritch, Inez Tollis and husband Brian of Canyon, Lydia Williams and husband Brandon of Fritch, Rachel Osborne of Amarillo; twenty grandchildren; five great grandchildren; sister, Betty Hellerman and husband Phil of Dallas; brothers, Glenn Farmer and wife Dena of Borger, Lynn Farmer and wife Tammy of Borger; and a host of extended family and friends. https://www.mintonchatwell.com/obituary/Neal-Farmer
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Kim Godwyn (Gannucci)
So saddened to hear about Neal's passing. I have fond memories of him, and how he used to make me laugh and always had a kind word to say. He will be missed.
Joel Dumas
Neal was a special guy. With a one of the biggest hearts I have known. So many things I admired about Neal. We were drawn together mostly by team sport and I am so grateful for that, otherwise I am not sure I would have had the opportunity to get to know him like I did.
The story I have told about Neal repeatedly all my life is the one that involved Scott Davis, our classmate that battled brain cancer during his high school days and beyond. One day Neal and I were walking down the hall at BHS and Scott was coming down the inside stairs back by the old gym. Scott tripped and fell down the last few stairs and his books went everywhere. Unfortunately some kids started to laugh at the situation, but for Neal he never hesitated. He immediately went to help pick up books and then proceeded, in only Neal's way, to teach a lesson to the kids laughing at the situation. All this was just Neal's heart.
We were often seat mates on the long road trips home from Lubbock or Levelland. I valued his opinion so much back then. The couple of reunions I have attended Neal and I seem to pick back up like we were back on the bus, but life gave us new stories and things to talk about. We would promise to keep up and we both fell short on that committment.
So very fortunate that Neal was a friend. I will miss him.
John Yohn
Was good to see the turn out today ,he will be missed,hope to see classmates soon for a reunion