Danny Allen Mock

Birth date: Mar 15, 1947 Death date: Apr 19, 2026

DANNY ALLEN MOCK, 79, of Winter Haven, FL passed away peacefully on April 19, 2026. Danny A. Mock, born March 15, 1947, the youngest of six children born to Sim Parrish and Rosa Lee (Walker) Mock. He graduated from Kathleen High Read Obituary

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Kate Mock

2w ago

One of my favorite memories with Dan.... watching Ryan hoist his dad up on the Zipline and pull him around with the four wheeler. They were both laughing so hard and enjoying every minute of it.

Dan was so happy at his property at Camp Mack.

Having Bloody Marys, and showing us around the property at his projects and areas he had cleared out and cleaned up. The house he remodeled. He was so proud.

Another favorite memory would be taking Dan out to River Ranch for the first time on a ride, Ryan told him he was going to get him Muddy... and he did!

I will miss his constant jokes and stories but feel confident that Ryan will carry on his sense of humor and will keep telling those stories he loved to tell to his friends and family about his life adventures.

Dana Longo

3w ago

Daddy was proud of his military service and he loved to tell the most animated "sea stories". I think he really felt the memories come to life as he told them, and he tried to take others back in time with him to those moments. Here are some photos of that time in his life.

Brianna Barber

3w ago

One of the memories that always makes me smile when I think of PawPaw isn’t some grand, picture-perfect moment; rather it’s a muddy, slightly chaotic one.

It’s one from the summer spent in Kentucky. We had managed to get the four-wheeler stuck. Not just a little stuck either—completely, hopelessly, knee-deep-in-mud stuck. And to make matters worse, Mom had already made it very clear: one more mishap and the four-wheelers were gone for the whole summer (to be fair the list of mishaps was getting quite long). So naturally, we were panicking… and also trying very hard to look like we weren’t.

That’s where PawPaw came in.

Without much fuss, he waded right into the mud with us. No lectures, no “I told you so,” just a quiet determination to get that thing out before anyone else found out. There he was, knee-deep in the mess we made, working alongside us like it was just another ordinary afternoon.

I remember thinking at the time that he was kind of our secret backup plan, the one who helped us fix things before they turned into real trouble. And somehow, standing there covered in mud, he made it all feel less serious… almost like we might actually get away with it.

We did, by the way. Thanks to him.

Here’s to muddy boots, quiet help, and getting out of trouble just in time.