Birth date: Oct 5, 1951 Death date: Jun 18, 2025
Rick Whitehead passed away peacefully in his sleep on the morning of June 18, 2025. He was 73 years old. Rickey Allen Whitehead was born October 5, 1951 to Richard and Josephine Whitehead. A life-long resident of the Tulsa area, h Read Obituary
Heaven has welcomed home a man of great character and faith. We will truly miss seeing him, but I have no doubt he is better off where he is.
The best memory that I have with Rick was wat hing him comfort my wife when our 19 year old son died. Her dad had never been there for her, but Rick showed up in a way that gave her the comfort of a dad.
Another memory was when a storm came through and destroyed our car, the church came together and paid for a new car. Rick went with us to test drive and pay for the car.
There are many more stories of fishing, men's steak nights, men's retreats, etc. but these are the ones that currently stick out.
One day while reading the Tulsa World while visiting family I came across a job posting for DSI. I didn't even live in Tulsa but couldn't shake the listing. I went in to fill out an application. That's the first time I met Rick. I did a shop tour with him and after that I asked him when he wanted me to start. He giggled and told me he had other applicants but he'd be in touch. I called or stopped in twice a day for the next couple days until Rick told me to start on Monday. I had such a great feeling from Rick that I knew I was going to quit my other job and move 90 miles to Tulsa. I was employed by Rick for several years and it was always great. We all grew close there and I always felt "adopted" into the family. We would always joke about how I harassed him until he hired me. Laughing he'd save this guy must have really needed a job. I was a young man when I started there. I was raw in life not too removed from the military and less than 2 years back from Iraq. Rick led and taught me many things in our years together. He taught me a different outlook on life without knowing. Big R will definitely be missed
Rick, Ryan an myself were fishing at Truman lake. Rick was on the front being our “guide” turned to say something and stepped on a crank bait, start stumbling like a mad man…… shoves Ryan like a lawn dart directly into the lake, I’m trying to figure out what is going on. Once we all came to our senses, all three of us had never laughed so hard in our life!!!!
