In the words of Jerry Joe:
My dad was one of the kindest, most loving people I’ve ever known. He loved me and my brother so deeply, and he made sure we always knew it. He loved our mom, and he cared so much about everyone in his life. He lived with a quiet, steady warmth that made people feel safe and cared for.
To me, he wasn’t just a father—he was my friend, my mentor, my role model. We talked every day, about everything—politics, my yard, my job, or just the little boring parts of life. He loved those small details. He loved hearing about my trips, how the garden was doing, what was going on at work. He was curious and engaged, and he genuinely cared.
One of my favorite memories was going on drives with him. He’d point out deer, jackrabbits, hawks—he noticed things most people didn’t. He appreciated the small joys in life. We’d sit and watch the deer in West Texas. We’d go see a movie. We’d just be together, and that was enough.
He was always proud of me—of the work I did, my time in the Navy, my commission work—and he told me. I try to live a life he would be proud of, every day.
And he was there for me, through everything. When I was going through cancer treatment last year, my dad came with me to appointments. He sat with me, talked to my doctors, asked questions. Even when he was struggling with his own health, he still put me first. That’s who he was. He always asked about other people, even when he was in pain himself.
He showed us what it means to be a good man. To work hard. To love fully. To lead with kindness. I often think of him as someone like Mister Rogers—gentle, generous, and full of quiet strength. I don’t think anyone ever left a conversation with my dad without feeling seen and valued.
I miss him so much. I miss being able to call him, to talk about nothing and everything. But I carry his voice with me. He shaped who I am. And I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to live by the example he set.
I love you, Dad. And I miss you every day.