Clarence Edward Bailey (January 17, 1958 – May 31, 2021)

Clarence Edward Bailey (January 17, 1958 – May 31, 2021)

Clarence Edward Bailey, of Rapid City, S.D., passed away peacefully in his sleep at his home the morning of Monday May 31, 2021. He was 63 years of age.

He is survived by his loving wife Betty Bailey of Rapid City, S.D., and his brother Dan Bailey of Iron Mountain, Miss.

Loving father To Erica Downs (Ed) of Denver Colo., Sarah Akgul of Green River Wyo., and James Bailey of Wyoming, Min.

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Much loved stepfather of Amanda Dufresne and Phillip Cochran (Caitlin) and boys of Tennesee.

Proud grandfather to Khailah, Michael, Marcos, and Presley.

Clare will be greatly missed by lifelong friends and new friends.

He was preceded in death by his father Charles, his mother Jean, his brother Jim, and his sister Laura.

Born in 1958, he spent his youth in Michigan as an avid outdoorsman hunting, fishing, snowshoeing, camping, and exploring. He found a passion for the guitar at a young age, and it was a passion that stayed with him his entire life. A talented guitar and harmonica player, he loved spending hours learning new songs and revisiting and perfecting ones already in his library. Many of our fondest memories are of watching him play. He traveled the Midwest as a young man. During this time, he discovered another lifelong passion, motorcycles. He loved to ride and took every opportunity to do so.

He and Betty met in 2004 and they were married in 2005. They found an instant companionship and truly loved each other’s company. They enjoyed their peaceful life together. They lived in Rock Springs, Wyo., Iron Mountain, Miss., and finally Rapid City, S.D.

Clare was full of wisdom and always had a way of keeping things lighthearted. He had a beaming smile and easy laugh. We are all saddened by his unexpected passing, but as he often said himself, “You have to live life while you are here because you never know when it’s up.”

He did not want a sorrowful remembrance, but rather a celebration of the life lived. And it was a life he always lived on his terms. So, take a moment to share or recount a funny story about times shared or raise a toast. That is what he wanted.