Danny Gray "DG"

Danny Gray, “DG” to those who knew him, was born December 19, 1949, in Ada, Oklahoma to Jack & Wyleta Gray. DG galloped into glory on July 22, 2025, at home with MJ, Pearl and Tuf by his side.

DG and horses were synonymous. From a very young age, when his grandpa Gray brought home his first pony in the backseat of a 1950 Chevy, he was hooked. Horses were his passion, joy and true love. He finally met his match with Casper, his outstanding rope horse, who had the heart, talent and attitude, and I do mean attitude, to match his own. DG was an obsessed team roper, horse tack collector, cowboy, hunter, fisherman, and loyal friend.

He was preceded in death by his father, Jack Gray of Phoenix AZ, his beautiful daughter Alexa Stegmann of Phoenix AZ and Daisy, his small but formidable and, as my sister Susan liked to refer to her as “The Jaws of Death”, Jack Russell.

DG is survived by:

His mother is Wyleta Gray of Phoenix, AZ, brother Mike Gray of Tucson, AZ, and his son Joshua (Nikki) Gray of Littleton, Colorado, and Anne Smith of Haltom City, TX.

Brother Stanley (Connie) Gray along with their children, Carle (Henry) Sargent, along with their fishermen Grayson, Wesley and the lovely Lilly. Jake (Sydney) Gray along with their children, the lovely Charlotte and the newest fisherman, Bennett “HC” Gray of Phoenix, AZ.

Wife MJ, her son Paul (Ahnie) Miller, along with their children Elliott and Hayden of Minot ND.

Sister-in-law Sherry Floding of Boardman, Ohio.

Sister-in-law Susan Whiteley and the Wasilla Alaska tribe, Sarah, Scott, London, Jesse Pete, Lucas, Mason & Kat.

Brother-in-law is Michael (Sharon) Eddy of Sharpsville, Pennsylvania.

Heartfelt thanks and gratitude to Pastor Jim Greenfield, his wife Judi, and their entire family.

Scotty & Nancy Kenton for their love and enduring friendship.

Jack & Michelle Palumbo for the never-ending laundry list of things.

No public service is planned.

PARDS

A pard should complement like a color just right

Fits like your favorite old sock, not too itchy or tight.

A true pard will back you, even when you’re plum wrong

And finish the trail no matter how rough or how long.

A pard makes you laugh, cry, piss & moan

A lot more interesting than bein alone.

A pard shares your dreams, your coffee, your beans

Pert near everything, or so it would seem.

Helps with directions whether needed or not

Tries not to laugh when you’re hopelessly lost.

Pards don’t criticize, lie, or place blame

Always offer a slicker if it looks like rain.

A helping hand when you need one or a well-placed shove

All in the name of true pard love.

Pards find a way to end each day with a smile

Even if it means going that extra looong mile.

A true pard is a treasure bestowed on just a few

Cherish your pard, be loyal and true.

After all, your pard has to put up with you.

MJ

For DG

Written a looong while back