Death leaves a heartache no one can heal; love leaves a memory no one can steal. - Unkown Author Sunrise January 6, 1950. Sunset March 11, 2022. Henry Richie Northup (Hank) passed away peacefully in Kitsap County, WA at the age of 72. He was born in Colorado Springs, CO and moved to the Pacific Northwest in 1972. At the end of this journey and the beginning of the next, he was greeted by his father, Henry C. Northup, and mother Mary Northup (Spradling). He worked at the Shipyard (PSNS) in Bremerton for 30 years, before retiring. He is survived by his children, Kevan Northup, Shane Northup, Kameron Nelson, Wendy Parkhurst, Tabatha Jeffries, Ben Northup, and Jeremiah Northup as well as an honorary child Ava Sheffler. At the last count, there were 29 grandchildren, and 22 great grandchildren that are around to hear stories and know their Papa in a unique way. Henry’s first part of his journey was growing up in the mountains of Colorado. His father and uncles lived in sawmill camps. Northup Lumber Camp in Lost Park, Colorado was one of the last operating saw camps, until it was demolished in the 60’s. To live, work and play in a secluded and remote area! For some it may have been too remote, for Henry it was full of days fishing with his cousins. One of the last things that Henry wanted was to go back to Colorado this summer. To honor him, his children will be making this trek, to meet, cry, laugh and get to know these cousins. - Only a moment you stayed, but what an imprint your footprints have left in our hearts. - Dorothy Ferguson Henry was a little stubborn, and a little cantankerous at times, only because he had strong walls.-‘Trust is a funny thing; it takes so long to build it and it can be wiped away in the blink of an eye.’- As children of his, this was a simple thing. As the outside world, it was hard to see past his walls. Henry was always good-natured with his children and close friends. Not that we all did not witness some gruffness in him, but we could always see past it, for he was a teddy bear inside. Anyone that would dress up like Santa Claus for Christmas morning would have to have some softness under the gruffness! Henry was proud of all his children. Their accomplishments, their failures, the good times, and the tough times. He was always there to support, lift-up when discouraged, give ideas, be a sounding board, and even cry with us, when needed. Henry’s favorite football team was the Denver Broncos! So, of course, his favorite color is orange. Orange truck, orange clothes, anything orange goes. That does not really come as a surprise, since he grew up in Colorado. We could never figure out why he watched the Seahawks every Sunday, though. So, the question was posed, “Dad, why, if you don’t like the Seahawks, do you watch them every Sunday?” His response, “To see them lose!” (Sorry Seahawks Fans) His football season highlight was to see the Seahawks lose to the Broncos. Henry had such a way with words, it was one of the best things about growing up with him. Please indulge me, while I share a few of the best. Growing up we thought we lived in Warshington, not Washington. None of knew how to wash the dishes, it was always warsh the dishes. Most people had spaghetti for dinner, not us, it was psaghetti. When his sons grew up and started getting into cars, there was no one that drove a Toyota, it was a Tie-yota. Henry never worried about drugs in our house, he always wanted to know ‘who had been smoking the curtains?’ Our favorite was the unseen sibling that we all had, ‘What the Sam Hill are you doing?’ (Never did figure out who Sam Hill was!) Henry’s one sincere desire was to make it to Alaska. Since he was unable to make it there, he would still be considered a Mukluk by the natives. This quote sums up everything Henry saw in Alaska, “The mountains are calling, and I must go.” - John Muir. Henry, wherever you are, I hope you were greeting with cama-ihi, which means ‘hello’ in Alaska. Henry was known as Papa to his grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, some knew him as Hank, some knew him as Rich (or Richie), and some knew him as Henry. Whatever your choice of names for him, he will always be loved and missed by those who stayed behind. “Because life is fragile and death is inevitable, we must make the most of each day.” - Thomas S. Monson The family would like to thank the amazing people from Envision Hospice-who helped Henry on the last leg of his journey-you know who you are. The family would like to extend this thanks to Lewis Funeral Chapel for helping in this most challenging time. Thank you for your kind and thoughtful service. There will be a service at 11070 Old Frontier Rd NW, Silverdale, WA, on Saturday, March 26, 2022 @ 10:00 am, with a graveside service to follow at 11:30 at Mountain View Cemetery.