Harold W. Wolfe

Harold W. Wolfe, 67, of Columbia City, Ind., passed away Saturday, February 18, 2017 at his home. Born June 28, 1949 in Columbia City, he was the son of Arley and Velma (Vanderford) Wolfe.

He graduated from Columbia City Joint High School with the Class of 1967. Following serving in the U.S. Navy, Harold did an apprenticeship for his journeyman toolmaker. A lifetime farmer, he also work for over 30 years for Dana full time, retiring in the early 2000s and currently was working part-time with them. Later in life, he received his bachelors degree in Business from Indiana Tech. Harold was a member of the Chapel. He loved his grandchildren dearly and enjoyed farming, being outdoors, cutting firewood, being on the water, playing tennis, watching hockey and rooting on the Blackhawks and Komets, rooting on the Chicago Bears and watching racing.

Survivors include his son, Kirby Wolfe, of Fort Wayne; daughter, Kelly (Jeremy) Kline, of Fort Wayne; grandchildren, Mason Waggoner, Morgan Wolfe, Jacob Hosler, Zackary Hosler, Jordan Kline and Jackson Kline; and sisters, Susie (Bill) Busser, of Byron, Ill. and Carolyn Smith, of Columbia City. He was preceded in death by his parents.

Visitation is 2-4 and 6-8 p.m. Wednesday, February 22, 2017 at DeMoney-Grimes, a Life Story Funeral Home, 600 Countryside Drive, Columbia City. Funeral services are 10 a.m. Thursday at the funeral home with Pastor Gary Endersby officiating. Burial will follow at Stough Cemetery. Memorial donations may be made in his memory to the American Heart Association or Cancer Services of Northeast Indiana. Visit www.demoneygrimes.com to send his family condolences online.





Harold Wolfe. My grandfather. A man who never stopped working. A man who never retired not because he couldnt, but because he didnt want to stop working. A man you could count on for a truck, a tractor, and a helping hand. A man who I am happy to say that Ive made proud. A man I enjoyed working with as much as I enjoys hanging out with. A man who taught me so much. A man who no matter where you were, someone knew who he was and had a good word or two to say about him. A man I look up to. A man who always made sure to make a smart decision. A man who saw the value in working with your hands and getting the job done right. A man who owned acres and acres of woods not to hunt it or destroy it, but to enjoy it and just watch nature. A man who died doing what he loved because he was too stubborn to stop doing what he loved to go to the doctor. A man who touched so many people that when I went to make sure everything was locked up and put away today four other people showed up to do the same without being asked. When your alive people can seem like they care about you, but when you are gone, how they truly feel comes out. And I am happy to say people truly cared about him. It all feels like a dream. It doesnt feel real that hes gone. I love you grandpa and I miss you already. Jacob Hosler