Virgil Jack Jones
Jack was born on May 1, 1932 in Johnson County, MO to Carl Clifford Jones and Viva Slack Jones. He grew up in Holden, MO and entered the U.S. Navy after high school, serving for 5 years. Shortly after leaving the service he met his future wife, Shirley, while she was still in college. He married Shirley May Mooney on August 7, 1960, in Warrensburg, MO. Jack continued his education in electronics and went on to work in the defense industry, specializing in Aeronautics and Missile Guidance.
Jack and Shirley started a family and had a son, Jeffrey, in 1962, and daughter, Jeanne, in 1966.
Jack was a quiet, strong family leader and always a funny, and loving husband, father, and grandfather. He was a passionate supporter of a local organization, Equest (a non-profit organization that enhances the quality of life for children and adults with diverse needs by partnering with horses), where Shirley worked and volunteered her time. Rather than have money spent on flowers at his memorial, Jack insisted that we ask family and friends to donate to Equest.
He loved caring for others in any way he could and seemed to have a special bond with children, even those outside his immediate family.
Jack was a member of First Baptist Church, Arlington, TX and enjoyed spending time with members of his Sunday School class. Additionally, he enjoyed sports, motorcycles, photography and film.
He retired from Lockheed Martin in 2009 where he was a member of the Quarter Century Club.
He was preceded in death by his sisters, Donna Sue Borer and Judy Austin; brother, Gary Jones; and grandson, Jonathan Wentz.
Survivors: Wife, Shirley M. Jones; son, Jeffrey Jones; daughter, Jeanne Jones; sister, Betty Garrett; sisters-in-law, Mary Lou Richardson and husband, Earl, Marie Reed and husband, Wayne, Meta Naramore and husband, Oran, Joan Enke and husband, Don, Barbara Hogan and husband, Gary Paul; brother-in-law, James Mooney; and granddaughter, Dakota Jones.
Funeral Arrangements: Wade Family Funeral Home
Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped away into the next room,
I am I, and you are you,
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still,
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the same easy way which you always did,
Put no difference into your tone;
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect, without the shadow of a ghost on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was; there is absolutely unbroken continuity,
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am just waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well.
Henry Scott-Holland (1910)