It's with a heavy heart that I write to report the passing of Lee Fuller.

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I've been on many construction sites and client offices all over the country and at each one someone, without fail, knew Lee. Even if you're new to the business, one of your 1st-degree connections will know him or know of him. 

If you didn’t know Lee, it was only because you hadn’t happened past him.

Had you crossed paths with Lee, you would have heard about growing up poor in Idaho working the farms to help the family and eating mustard sandwiches - it’s all they had. He would have told of hunting and fishing freely, surviving on what the family caught. His childhood stories would have been romantic tales of one-bedroom houses, room additions, the first indoor plumbing, racing cars, and stealing a beer truck. If you had crossed paths with Lee, you would have known his childhood and he yours.

If you had happened to walk past Lee in a grocery store aisle, you’d know that joining the Navy was a choice made in a courtroom at the age of 16. You would know the life of a submarine sailor as if you lived it firsthand. His stories would have taken you through Vietnam as a Skipper cautiously navigating the rivers on a supply boat. And though the details may have been left out to save you the heartache, you would have felt the trauma in the tone and a distant gaze. After a successful, 13-year career, you would have been honorably discharged from the Navy through his account. If you had happened to walk past Lee in a grocery store, you would have known of his military career and he of yours.

Had you found yourself sitting beside Lee in an airport, you’d know that Lee built multiple businesses, starting up power plants all over the world. Your past would interlace with his as his memories of danger, risk, and victory, so elaborate and intense, would become your memories as if you were there. You’d see an unbridled passion for work that would have him collaborating, calculating, and solving until the very end - because it was fun. If you ever sat beside Lee, you would know all about his professional career and him, yours.

You see, throughout a long life of military travel, professional travel, and he and Susan’s travel for leisure, Lee met thousands of strangers - but he never walked away as one. Some choose to exist. Lee chose to live and live largely. He met people. He engaged them in conversation despite any reluctance they may have had to converse. Never was integrity stronger in a person so lying was beyond him. But embellishing? Well, maybe a bit.

His stories may have grown with each telling but it was the way he told a story, and a love for telling them, that each person that encountered him will remember.

Lee's obit - https://www.bozemitchellmckibbin.com/memsol.cgi?user_id=2168788