Dan Raymond Cantrell

July 20, 1952 - March 17, 2021

On Wednesday, March 17th, 2021, Capt. Dan Cantrell, true friend, loving father and grandfather passed away at age 68. Capt. Dan was born on June 20, 1952 in Houston, TX to Kit and Dorthy Cantrell. He received his first Captain’s license in 1973, and was a dedicated Yacht Captain, Adept fishing guide, winner of multiple tournaments including one of Texas’s largest blue water tournament Poco Bueno, and teacher and mentor to many. Capt. Dan Cantrell’s career spanned 5 decades over many vessels and the entire Gulf of Mexico, Bahamas, Caribbean, Atlantic and Pacific oceans. Dan Had a passion for tent camping, he was also a former member of “The Whip Club,’ A dance club devoted to preserving a type of West Coast Swing dancing simply referred to as Whip. Capt Dan had a child's curiosity and loved to learn about new technology and was not afraid to implement the latest greatest, technological advances. He also had a passion (and skill) for cooking. His salmon dip was was a little slice of heaven on Earth. He was known for his infectious smile, his kind nature and devotion to both his professional endeavors and his friends and family. While we will miss him fiercely, we take comfort that he is sitting on the porch with the “Ol’e Boy Up Topside” and his two faithful canine companions Alley and Chienne. Capt. Dan was preceded in death by his father, Kit, and his mother, Dorothy. He is survived his daughter Danica, Son in Law Jimmy, his sister Barbara, His niece Kimberly, cousins Barbara and Ava, grandchildren Jacob, Bryan and Danielle, and many dear friends. A funeral service will be held on Saturday, April 10th, 2021 at the South Park Funeral Home 1310 N. Main St. Pearland, TX 77581. If you cannot join us at the funeral home, you can join us live by clicking the link provided:http://webcast.funeralvue.com/events/viewer/51457 On The Dock I cherish these times at the end of the day, When the world is in harmony, like the boats on the bay. I look at the sky meeting the water’s edge, And watch as the sun slides over the earth’s ledge. The cry of a seagull, the sound of a horn, Soon bring me back to where I sit on the dock so worn. The time alone I spend on the dock, Helps me remember the important things and take stock In all of the gifts in my lift And lets me know I’ll be alright despite the stress and the strife.