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Alexander Joseph "Alex" Walter

February 3, 1989 - November 29, 2017

Alex Walter, 28, died at his home in Portland, Oregon, on Wednesday, November 29, 2017.


Alex was born February 3, 1989 in Casper, Wyoming. He spent his childhood in Cheyenne, Wyoming.  He received a degree in art from Laramie County Community College and attended the University of Wyoming before moving to Denver and Portland.


Alex was an artist, traveler, and patient friend to all kids and animals. The biggest influences in his life were family, friends, philosophy and art.


Alex was preceded in death by father Matthew Walter.  He is survived by parents Shannon (Johnson) and John Cunningham, sister Kelley Walter, his friend Luther, brothers Clay (Ashley) Cunningham, Buster (Maureen) Cunningham, Kirk Rea, Caleb and Noah Braxton, grandparents Bob and Sandi Johnson, niece Zora, nephew Miles, Uncle John Pope and Aunts Jamie Johnson, Tiffanie Johnson and Cara Johnson, as well as his cousins Jasmine Myers, Shane Myers, Shyloh Myers, John McHenry, Isabella Pope, Sarah Pope, Eliana Pope, Jesse Kirkbride and Justin Kirkbride.


He was also loved very much by a wide circle of friends in Portland, Denver, Cheyenne and Laramie.


A celebration of Alex’s life will be held Sunday, December 3, in Portland and Sunday, December 17 in Brighton, Colorado.


A few words from Friedrich Neitzche that inspired Alex:

You have your way.  I have my way.  As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.


And a few words from Alex from a personal essay:

Who am I?  Who is anybody, but an accumulation of nature and nurture, interpreting the world around them in their own subjective view of reality.  I’ve been a bum, a liar, and even had my lifestyle referred to as parasitic.  I’ve been on the honor roll, founded community based organizations, been to jail, rode on freight trains, lived on the streets, fought, fucked and helped those who were in a bad place, during a bad time.  I am a part of both mother and father, a reflection of American culture, an interpretation of influence and a product of my choices…but most people just refer to me as Alex.

I still have the tattoos, symbols of where I’ve been and the things that I have done…

I remember the people, the kind hearts that saw something in me; be it based in pity or in hope….

…my perceptions and experience are far from stagnation. I know that I will continue to grow and evolve as a conscious character in my own story.

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