Lester Duane Worley

Dad was one of a kind. Brusque, opinionated, thought he was always right, 6’4” and imposing. A Sheriffs Deputy for many years and always walked like a cop, a rancher near Redding for some years (his dream job), and an investigator for the DA’s office in Oregon for many years. Loved his family, his siblings, loved his mother deeply and despised his father. All in all, I came to know him best in the last 6 years of his life. All the bluster, teasing, etc. was a cover up for a man bested by life’s challenges and not being able to meet them.