Official Obituary of
Jerry Ray Loar
September 7, 1971 ~ May 6, 2024 (age 52) 52 Years Old
Jerry Loar Obituary
Memorial services for Jerry Ray Loar, 52, of Longview will be 2PM,Thursday, May 16, 2024, in the Chapel of East Texas Funeral Home. Mr. Loar died May 6, 2024, in Longview.
Jerry Ray Loar Sr.- with many nicknames such as Big Dog, Big Jerry, PopPop, Dad or just simply Jerry- was a man whose thoughtfulness was as vast as the Texas sky. Born on September 7, 1971, in the bustling little town of Kilgore, Texas, Jerry's journey through life was one filled with the kind of joy and mischief that would make a sitcom writer envious. Sadly, the final curtain call came on May 6, 2024, when Jerry left the stage of life from Longview, Texas, due to natural causes.
Jerry was the kind of guy who could light up a room with his humor, even if that room was just his porch where he sat, king-like, with a big cup of coffee in hand. It was his throne from which he'd hold court, regaling neighbors and passersby with tales that were likely 10% true and 90% Jerry. He was a car fanatic, not just any cars, but the kind that roared down the drag strip, leaving nothing but a blur and the smell of victory in the air. His love for cars was only matched by his love for being the goofy PopPop, the one who knew that the best way to measure his wealth was in the sound of his grandchildren's laughter.
Jerry's family tree had deep roots and wide branches. He was preceded in the great race to the pearly gates by his mother, Bobbie Loar, and his pit crew in the sky, sisters DeeDee, Teresa, and Karen. Yet, his legacy is carried on here on earth by his brother Clinton Jr., who's probably the only one who can challenge Jerry's title of 'family comedian.' His children-Maleissa, Mary, Shaina, Katelin, and Jerry Jr.-are the living proof that Jerry's wit and charm are indeed hereditary. His nine grandchildren, with one more on the way, are his little jesters, each carrying a spark of his funny and spirited nature.
To say Jerry was handy would be an understatement. He could fix a car with a paperclip and some chewing gum, MacGyver style, and he approached life's problems with the same resourcefulness. If laughter is the best medicine, then Jerry was the best unlicensed doctor around. He'd prescribe a joke and a smile for any ailment, and it worked more often than not.
Friends and family knew that a day with Jerry would be an adventure, often requiring a seatbelt and a helmet, metaphorically speaking. He was the kind of person who could find humor in the mundane. His was a life lived not in the slow lane but at full throttle, leaving in his wake a trail of chuckles, memories, and the occasional bewildered but smiling stranger.
As we say goodbye to Jerry, let's not dwell on the silence of his absence, but rather crank up the volume of our memories. Let's remember the times he turned a wrench and a joke at the same time, or how he'd make Daffy Duck noises at his grandchildren, instilling in them the same sense of wonder and laughter he carried in his heart.
Jerry Ray Loar Sr. was a man who lived life in the fast lane but always had time for a pit stop with loved ones. As we gather to share stories and remember the man who was larger than life, let's honor his memory by living as he did-with laughter, love, and a touch of goofiness.
Jerry's final lap was a victory lap, and as we wave the checkered flag, we know that somewhere out there, he's still racing, still laughing, and still enjoying the ride. So rev up your engines, folks, and let's celebrate the life of a man who taught us that the best way to face life is with a smile on your face and a joke at the ready. Jerry, you're not just in the rearview mirror; you're riding shotgun in our hearts forever.
Jerry Ray Loar Sr.- with many nicknames such as Big Dog, Big Jerry, PopPop, Dad or just simply Jerry- was a man whose thoughtfulness was as vast as the Texas sky. Born on September 7, 1971, in the bustling little town of Kilgore, Texas, Jerry's journey through life was one filled with the kind of joy and mischief that would make a sitcom writer envious. Sadly, the final curtain call came on May 6, 2024, when Jerry left the stage of life from Longview, Texas, due to natural causes.
Jerry was the kind of guy who could light up a room with his humor, even if that room was just his porch where he sat, king-like, with a big cup of coffee in hand. It was his throne from which he'd hold court, regaling neighbors and passersby with tales that were likely 10% true and 90% Jerry. He was a car fanatic, not just any cars, but the kind that roared down the drag strip, leaving nothing but a blur and the smell of victory in the air. His love for cars was only matched by his love for being the goofy PopPop, the one who knew that the best way to measure his wealth was in the sound of his grandchildren's laughter.
Jerry's family tree had deep roots and wide branches. He was preceded in the great race to the pearly gates by his mother, Bobbie Loar, and his pit crew in the sky, sisters DeeDee, Teresa, and Karen. Yet, his legacy is carried on here on earth by his brother Clinton Jr., who's probably the only one who can challenge Jerry's title of 'family comedian.' His children-Maleissa, Mary, Shaina, Katelin, and Jerry Jr.-are the living proof that Jerry's wit and charm are indeed hereditary. His nine grandchildren, with one more on the way, are his little jesters, each carrying a spark of his funny and spirited nature.
To say Jerry was handy would be an understatement. He could fix a car with a paperclip and some chewing gum, MacGyver style, and he approached life's problems with the same resourcefulness. If laughter is the best medicine, then Jerry was the best unlicensed doctor around. He'd prescribe a joke and a smile for any ailment, and it worked more often than not.
Friends and family knew that a day with Jerry would be an adventure, often requiring a seatbelt and a helmet, metaphorically speaking. He was the kind of person who could find humor in the mundane. His was a life lived not in the slow lane but at full throttle, leaving in his wake a trail of chuckles, memories, and the occasional bewildered but smiling stranger.
As we say goodbye to Jerry, let's not dwell on the silence of his absence, but rather crank up the volume of our memories. Let's remember the times he turned a wrench and a joke at the same time, or how he'd make Daffy Duck noises at his grandchildren, instilling in them the same sense of wonder and laughter he carried in his heart.
Jerry Ray Loar Sr. was a man who lived life in the fast lane but always had time for a pit stop with loved ones. As we gather to share stories and remember the man who was larger than life, let's honor his memory by living as he did-with laughter, love, and a touch of goofiness.
Jerry's final lap was a victory lap, and as we wave the checkered flag, we know that somewhere out there, he's still racing, still laughing, and still enjoying the ride. So rev up your engines, folks, and let's celebrate the life of a man who taught us that the best way to face life is with a smile on your face and a joke at the ready. Jerry, you're not just in the rearview mirror; you're riding shotgun in our hearts forever.
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