Dean Dennis Bremner was born November 16th, 1957 in Republic, Washington. Dean was the son of Marie Johanna Bakke Bremner and Donald George Bremner. He was the most loved, yet slightly spoiled little brother to Karin Hall and big brother to Jean Bremner Booher. Dean never really knew his little brother David who died in infancy, but there is no doubt if the two had the opportunity to grow up together, they would have tormented their sisters with double the number of green plastic army guys left marching around. Dean was 68 when he left us, but in reality, he remained a young man. He was known for his long blond hair, listening to real rock music, love of baseball, his Chevrolet fleet, and his cats.

Dean was a skilled equipment operator and unloaded logging trucks for Vaagen Brothers Lumber for over 20 years. When things got slow in the log yard, occasionally Dean's children would join him in the cab of the 225 and they would slowly crawl to the edge of the mill pond, pick up big rocks and see how far they could throw them in the water. It was probably a good thing the big bosses lived in Colville. He had the privilege of being one of the last employees at the Republic Mill maintaining the pumps and running security until the lights went out for good. After the mill shut down, Dean went to work as a hard rock miner in Metaline Falls waiting for the boom to hit Republic. When it did, he joined the crews working for Kinross back home. He loved his experience working underground and genuinely was happy to go to work every day and mine for gold alongside some of his closest friends and dearest family.

After Kinross shut down, Dean entered into a semi-retirement and went to work for the city of Republic. Working for the city was a great fit for Dean as his years of delivering newspapers as a young boy and growing up in town had given him an insight to the city that very few still have. He knew the history of nearly every building, could tell you exactly what once stood in a now empty lot, and he could remember when...

The last few years of his life Dean held down the fort in Republic while Liz, his wife of 33 years, pursued a career out of town. Dean and Liz raised two incredible daughters, Kaitlynne Bremner and Johanna Bremner. Liz fell in love with Dean and his rock star good looks when he used to plow snow for her parents back in the early 80s. She always said one day when she grew up, she was going to marry him, and she did. Their girls had a childhood every child deserves because they had Dean as their dad. He loved spending time with his family. In a moment's notice Dean would drop everything to help out one of his girls. He always said yes to anything they asked. He was most proud to be called husband and dad.

This world will never see another person who was as caring and thoughtful as Dean. There is not a local who would not recognize his short box black Chevy pickups cruising up main street blasting Michael Schenker, Yngwie Malmsteen and Ozzy Osbourne. His love of music and guitar was something he shared with his daughter Katy; he patiently taught her how to tune and restring her Stratocaster, never wavering in support and enthusiasm even when her music tastes turned out different from his own. Dean was seen nearly every day driving out to his daughter Johanna's to help with some project and visit his grandkids Lettuce and Soupy. At first glance a person might see Dean's grands as a huge black German Shepherd and a little white Scottie dog, but they would be mistaken. Lettuce and Soupy were his grandkids.

Dean played baseball for most of his life and was looking forward to another season of watching his great nephews play this coming spring. He was often seen standing on the edge of the field with pure joy watching one of his family members swing a bat, catch a ball, sit on the outfield picking dandelions, or waiting to be called up from the bench. Dean was known to scour yard sales for mitts to give to kids that needed them. A new hip a few years back got Dean back on the field as a volunteer little league assistant coach. He was happiest when he was teaching others the love of the game.

Dean had hobbies that filled his time including target practice and collecting brass. He spent several years as a Parks and Recreation commissioner giving his time to work alongside others maintaining the gun range. He turned picking brass into a competitive sport.

Dean was also well known for helping anyone that needed it. He was one of those people who showed up for others. He was quiet and reserved, but steady and reliable. He had a huge extended family in the Republic area and loved every one of them. He was Dad, husband, son, brother, nephew, brother-in-law, cousin, friend and Uncle Dean, and he is missed.

Dean was preceded in death by his maternal grandparents Norwegian immigrants Magnus and Inga Bakke, paternal grandparents James and Lena Bremner, parents Marie and Don, brother David, nephew Corey Hall, and brother-in-law Don Hall and his In-laws Ed and Kathy Giddings.

Dean is survived by his wife Liz Bremner and two human children Kaitlynne Ann and Johanna Marie Bremner. His five cat children Weebles, Squeaky, HP, Scamp, and Button; additionally, he became a caretaker and dad to any Ferry County stray he could befriend. Three granddogs: Lettuce, Soupy and Loch. Three grandkitties: Magpie, Pooh Bear and Ratty. Sister Karin Hall and nephews Kristofer and Donald G. Sister Jean Bremner (Glen) Booher and nephews Kalin (Amanda) Booher and Torrey (Morgan) Booher. Nephews Devin Gay, Matt Sage, Cody Scriver and niece Katrina Sage. Grandnieces and grandnephews: Hartley, Archer, Sixx, Alison, Mason, Paxton, Lennix, Zander, Kaylee, Matthew, Danielle and Derek.

Services will be held 11 AM, Saturday April 18th at the Sanpoil Grange. A farewell shoot at the Republic Gun Club is to follow. Memorial donations can be made in support of the care of Dean's five cat children or to a little league team of your choice.

Leaves are fallin' all around

It's time I was on my way

Thanks to you, I'm much obliged

For such a pleasant stay