Gary Dewayne Phelps, age 72, of Peetz, CO, departed this earthly life on Monday, May 19, 2025, in Englewood, CO. Funeral Services will be held at the church he was raised in and loved, on Tuesday, May 27, 2025, at 10:30 A.M. at the Trinity Lutheran South Divide Church with Pastor Neil Carlson officiating. Burial will follow in the Trinity Lutheran South Divide Cemetery. No visitation will be held at the funeral home, but friends can stop at the Gehrig-Stitt Funeral Home to leave condolences for the family.   

In lieu of flowers the family ask that you make memorial donations to the Trinity Lutheran South Divide Church. 

You may view Gary’s Book of Memories, leave condolences, photos and stories at www.gehrigstittchapel.com.  Gehrig-Stitt Chapel & Cremation Service, LLC is in charge of Gary’s care and funeral arrangements.

 Born on October 12, 1952, to Dewayne and Helen Phelps, Gary lived his life as a man of great character according to his strong values of integrity, faith, and hard work. A lifelong resident of the Northeast Colorado plains, he spent countless hours working the land as a wheat farmer. Through long and dusty days, sunshine and storms, good crops and bad, he found a quiet, steady peace in his hours on the tractor.

For Gary, farming wasn’t just a livelihood, but a reflection of the grit and determination that defined him. The seeds he planted not only grow strong in the earth, but also in the lives of those who knew and loved him. Gary's Lutheran faith was a cornerstone of his life. He was a devoted member of his church, not only attending services faithfully, but also serving his congregation with humility and quiet strength. Above all, Gary cherished his family.

He is survived by his wife Sheila, children Jessica and husband Cameron, Nathan and wife Nadalie, and by his beloved grandchildren: Graycen, Wyatt, Luke, Brandon, Dillon, and Audrey. His legacy lives on in them through the values he instilled, the love that he gave, and the support he always offered.

Gary's presence will be deeply missed by all who had the privilege of knowing him. In our memories, he remains at sunrise over the wheat fields, in the quiet peace of a Sunday morning, and in the laughter of his grandchildren.