Benson (Benny) Wallace Lambeth Jr. I should do this by the book like obituaries go, but my father never saw that life was meant to be lived by the book, so I think this is how he would have wanted it. My father was born in Emporia, Kansas on April 30th, 1954, and passed away on August 28th, 2010 in Mesa, Arizona. As a child, he was a “military brat” and raised catholic (he was even an altar boy, and if you had known my father, this was extremely hard to picture unless you were there). He was a hippie in his younger days, even hitchhiking across the country to see a girlfriend (it was safer back then, so I am told), and the stories of him and his notorious camaro could go on for hours. And I don’t think he would forgive me if I didn’t mention his “other” child, a German Sheppard/Husky mix named Mojo. He had a very special bond with that black and white pup. He was, without a doubt, the most intelligent and artistic man I have ever known. A true jack-of-all trades, he more than excelled at carpentry, engineering, mechanic work, painting, and drawing. If you ever had one of his steaks or salsa, you know he was a great cook as well. As soon as a problem was presented to him, you could see the wheels turning as he was thinking critically about the new challenge at hand. His mind could comprehend the dynamics of anything so quickly that his focus would shift as soon as his goal was met, and ready to start on a new one. He was generally a private person, but was also a comedian and could turn a sad situation into a pleasant one. He was the type of guy that liked to philosophize (or as his nephew would say to him: “Philosophize Uncle Benny, philosophize”). He loved to watch documentaries about animals, space, science, and the bible. PBS and Discovery were two of his favorite channels. His idea of heaven was camping in the mountains while relaxing by a crackling fire. The love in his life, Rose Bagdonas, really was an inspiration for him to keep achieving his goals. She has always been there for him, no matter what. He will be cremated, with some of his ashes going back to where he loved: the mountains in Colorado. He is survived by his mother Edith Lambeth, sisters Sylvia (Schatzi) Steinnagel and Linda Murray, nephews Shawn Lambeth, Michael (Mikey) Mihoover, Avery and Kincaid Murray, and Robert (Kevie) Steinnagel. He also will be missed by me, Krystal Fields, and by his only living grandson, Wesley Sidener. I love you so much daddy.