Dudley Richard Scalf

Dudley Richard Scalf made his home in the Denton, Texas area. A graduate of McKinney High School in 1970 and he loved playing in the High School band. He was machinist by trade in Dallas, Texas. He loved to hunt and fish for fun. In 1994 he opened his home to his disabled brother, Gerold, and cared for him for eighteen years until his own health deteriorated.

Birth: December 21, 1951 in Grand Prairie, Texas to Eugene (Pat) Scalf and Helen Scalf (Herod).

He went home to be with the Lord on November 4, 2015 in Denton, Texas.

Family: He was preceded in death by his father Eugene Scalf of McKinney, Texas, his former wife Shelly Simpson of McKinney, Texas. He is survived by his mother, Helen Herod of McKinney, Texas and brother Durwood Scalf and wife Gayla of McKinney, Texas; and brother Gerald Scalf of McKinney, Texas; and nephews, David Scalf of Sanger, Texas; Derric and wife Tamara Scalf of Colleyville, Texas; niece Valorie Janik of Flower Mound, Texas; grand nephews, Weston and Collin Scalf of Colleyville, Texas; Christopher Janik of Flower Mound; grandniece Kinley Janik of Flower Mound and many other relatives and friends.

Friends: He is survived by dear friends Harvey and Karen Gerst of Crum, Texas.

In his last few months he and his mother had valuable conversations about politics and his relationship with Jesus. He had strong conservative opinions on government policies and procedures. He shared that he definitely knew Jesus as his Savior and had many conversations with her about the second coming of Christ.

He was a man who had compassion for animals who cared specifically for cats. He would feed stray cats that ended up around his home. One particular cat was extremely ill and he took him to the emergency animal clinic. In order for treatment for the cat, he had to borrow money in order to pay for their services.

Dudley demonstrated kindness and gentleness to all he met. He was a good and faithful friend who did odd jobs for friends and helped others when needed. He will be greatly missed.


Life's Clock

The clock of life is wound but once,
And no man has the power
To tell just where the hands will stop
At late or early hour.

To lose one's wealth is sad indeed;
To lose one's health is more;
To lose one's soul is such a loss,
As no man can restore.

The present only is our own
Live, love, toil with a will;
Place no faith in "tomorrow,"
For the clock may then be still.