William Nye Thuesen, 69, a noble and dignified man, died from cancer Tuesday morning, August 11, 1998, in his own house, with his beloved wife Carol and sons at his side.

A few lines in a newspaper can hardly capture the full beneficence of a man's life and soul. Suffice it to say that, above all, he was a man of love, work, and play. As husband and father, his reservoir of devotion and generosity was bottomless, his tenderness and kindness, though always touching, were often breathtaking, and the love he inspired in return was equally bottomless. As friend, mentor and confidante, his discretion, wisdom-and criticism-were always comforting, or justly discomforting, for his honesty and candor could always be relied upon.Architecture was his greatest passion, and the challenges of manipulating space, form, color, and material-of manipulating nature itself-gave him the utmost solace and satisfaction. He loved to work hard-not just at the drafting table-to sweat and to bleed to create something beautiful, whether by pruning a tree or framing a roof, and the increasing inability to work caused him much anguish, "I had a little talent, but I did the best I could with it," he said not long before he died, an unintended compliment to both his modesty and his achievement. He found his richest pleasures not only in love, but in art, in books, in music, in both solitude and companionship. His curiosity was vast, from the Civil War to the Chunnel, from the pueblo to the metropolis, from Gershwin to Sondheim. He possessed a keen eye for the beauty in nature and in artifice, and constantly instructed others in it's appreciation, both methodically and in casual observation. He read broadly, from a Shakespearean drama to a contemporary novel, always in search of a life-affirming insight. He loved the American West, and roamed it's primitive sites on foot and in his mind. His faith resided exclusively in the spirit and potential of the individual human being, and he was always skeptical of norms, of conventions, of fads and fancies. He regarded humor as mankind's greatest distinction, and he often said that humor "is my sword and my shield" against life's onslaughts. To love, to drink, to sing, to cry, to think, to see-to cherish life, in short-these were his pursuits, and these comprise his legacy. In the words of the poet, T.S. Eliot:

To do the useful thing.

To say the courageous thing,

To contemplate the beautiful thing:

That is enough for one man's life.

Bill's family would like to extend their gratitude to all the doctors, nurses and staff, for their care and support for him over the last two years. "You're all a tribute to your profession."

To honor and celebrate Bill's life, family and friends are invited to gather at his house, the place he loved most, at 1679 E. 6400 South, Sunday, August 16th, at 4 p.m.

In lieu of flowers, Bill requests donations to Utah Boys Ranch.

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