Kent Ray Myers Obituary – The Arizona Republic

Kent Ray Myers

Kent Ray Myers was born on March 15, 1943 in Alexander, Iowa, the youngest of five boys. He moved to Phoenix, Arizona in 1963 after realizing he would never be a farmer. He deserved his success and valued his failures.

He couldn’t be hired at a gas station, a carpet store, anywhere. The college did not match. He “apprenticed” to his brother, Lon, becoming a traveling salesman peddling women’s hosiery. He quickly went to work for himself and he never looked back. He championed startups, made motorcycle leathers, and capped off his last two decades as a successful real estate developer. Fail better all the time.

He died on January 12, 2022 at his home with his family by his side. He is survived by his wife Roslyn “Roz” Myers, his daughters Julie Myers (Jory Adam) and Kristi Myers, his three grandchildren, Liam, Torin and Nora, and his brothers, Lon, Kae and Glen Myers. He was predeceased by his parents, Kenneth and Nellie Myers and his older brother, Larry Myers.

He was a complicated man – so loving, so stoic and courageous, so generous with his friends and family. He was private. He was sentimental and grumpy and stubborn and, well, stubborn. And, we miss him.

A true patriot and a Reagan Republican. A Mason. A pilot. Self-taught. Passionate about entrepreneurship and a lover of small businesses; he had no time for instructions, directions or directives. He was uniquely Kent, the president of non-compliance and the point on the side of those who play by the rules, although he never cheated or was unfair.

He was a good father and he knew it. Kent was a faithful husband, a steadfast son with four brothers he couldn’t have loved more. He loved his grandchildren very much. A mentor. A tough but tender parent. Proud to be a supplier. Proud of his heritage.

In high school, he wore the same sweatshirt every day for a year as a rebuke to someone who questioned his style. He went to Alaska on a motorcycle with his childhood friend, Galen, when he was 19. Later, he traveled to over 60 countries with his wife. He wanted to know the world. He once enjoyed hunting and later he just enjoyed watching animals in the wild. A founding member of the “Charm Club”, he looked forward to his weekly lunches with his buddy, Roger.

He often looked at the stars with such wonder and reminded us to look at them after he was gone and know he was there.

Instead of flowers, kiss the ones you love. You never know when you will lose your chance.

Posted on January 16, 2022

Posted in The Arizona Republic