Jose Luis Gomez, loving husband to Irene and beloved father to his three children, Ruby Melissa Gomez, Roger Louis Gomez, and David Steven Gomez passed away on Thursday, March 24th, 2022 at the age of 76 following a long battle with Parkinson's.
Jose was a kind, loving, hard-working, and dedicated family man who was loved by everyone lucky enough to have known him.
Jose and Irene met on December 10, 1966 at a wedding and fell in love. They were married and devoted to each other for 53 years. Our parents love and respect for each other was deep. They raised us in a household full of love. Our mother cared for her "Honey" until the very end.
Jose, a lifelong resident of El Paso, was a member of the a graduating class of 1965 from Ysleta High School. He retired from the City of El Paso, where he was employed as an automotive mechanic for nearly 30 years. He worked on city-owned vehicles from garbage trucks to police squad cars. We loved hearing his work stories especially when he spoke about when he test drove the police cars and the reactions that he got from drivers who believed he was a police officer.
He was extremely skilled in his profession and, outside of working hours, he often willingly—and without complaint —repaired the vehicles of family members free of charge. He never turned anyone down who was looking for advice on what could be ailing their vehicles.
He was a provider who always took care of his family's needs. As was common during the era we grew up in, he wanted our mother to focus on raising us and run the household. To make ends meet, while earning a salary as a young mechanic working for a private garage owner, he augmented his salary refurbishing car batteries.
He was always there for his family. Mom often spoke of him coming home after a long day at work and jumping in to help her with caring for us. He helped with homework, made capes for my brothers who wanted to be superheroes, took care of us completely and always made us feel protected and loved. Most importantly he and our mother showed us what it was to have a caring, respectful and loving marriage and instilled in us virtues necessary to become successful in our own right.
Although our father was a quiet, soft-spoken man, the deafening outpouring of emotions from relatives, friends, and neighbors upon learning of his death speaks volumes about the kind of man he truly was. It's common knowledge that the one thing that every member of our extended family could agree upon is that they all loved him. He was the one who they sought out for advice and guidance.
The last couple of months of Jose's life, after he fell and broke his hip, were especially difficult for him and for those of us who were helping to care for him. However, no matter how hard it got, we were all committed to making him feel comfortable, protected and loved at home—where he belonged—after everything that he had so selflessly done for us throughout the entirety of each of our respective lives.
Thank you, Dad. Words cannot adequately express how much we loved you or how much we'll miss you. We take comfort in the fact that you will no longer be dealing with the effects of Parkinson's and then Dementia. We know that you are resting in paradise with our Lord and that we will always have a guardian angel watching over us.
Jose was a kind, loving, hard-working, and dedicated family man who was loved by everyone lucky enough to have known him.
Jose and Irene met on December 10, 1966 at a wedding and fell in love. They were married and devoted to each other for 53 years. Our parents love and respect for each other was deep. They raised us in a household full of love. Our mother cared for her "Honey" until the very end.
Jose, a lifelong resident of El Paso, was a member of the a graduating class of 1965 from Ysleta High School. He retired from the City of El Paso, where he was employed as an automotive mechanic for nearly 30 years. He worked on city-owned vehicles from garbage trucks to police squad cars. We loved hearing his work stories especially when he spoke about when he test drove the police cars and the reactions that he got from drivers who believed he was a police officer.
He was extremely skilled in his profession and, outside of working hours, he often willingly—and without complaint —repaired the vehicles of family members free of charge. He never turned anyone down who was looking for advice on what could be ailing their vehicles.
He was a provider who always took care of his family's needs. As was common during the era we grew up in, he wanted our mother to focus on raising us and run the household. To make ends meet, while earning a salary as a young mechanic working for a private garage owner, he augmented his salary refurbishing car batteries.
He was always there for his family. Mom often spoke of him coming home after a long day at work and jumping in to help her with caring for us. He helped with homework, made capes for my brothers who wanted to be superheroes, took care of us completely and always made us feel protected and loved. Most importantly he and our mother showed us what it was to have a caring, respectful and loving marriage and instilled in us virtues necessary to become successful in our own right.
Although our father was a quiet, soft-spoken man, the deafening outpouring of emotions from relatives, friends, and neighbors upon learning of his death speaks volumes about the kind of man he truly was. It's common knowledge that the one thing that every member of our extended family could agree upon is that they all loved him. He was the one who they sought out for advice and guidance.
The last couple of months of Jose's life, after he fell and broke his hip, were especially difficult for him and for those of us who were helping to care for him. However, no matter how hard it got, we were all committed to making him feel comfortable, protected and loved at home—where he belonged—after everything that he had so selflessly done for us throughout the entirety of each of our respective lives.
Thank you, Dad. Words cannot adequately express how much we loved you or how much we'll miss you. We take comfort in the fact that you will no longer be dealing with the effects of Parkinson's and then Dementia. We know that you are resting in paradise with our Lord and that we will always have a guardian angel watching over us.
Jose Luis Gomez, loving husband to Irene and beloved father to his three children, Ruby Melissa Gomez, Roger Louis Gomez, and David Steven Gomez passed away on Thursday, March 24th, 2022 at the age of 76 following a long battle with Parkinson's.
Jose was a kind, loving, hard-working, and dedicated family man who was loved by everyone lucky enough to have known him.
Jose and Irene met on December 10, 1966 at a wedding and fell in love. They were married and devoted to each other for 53 years. Our parents love and respect for each other was deep. They raised us in a household full of love. Our mother cared for her "Honey" until the very end.
Jose, a lifelong resident of El Paso, was a member of the a graduating class of 1965 from Ysleta High School. He retired from the City of El Paso, where he was employed as an automotive mechanic for nearly 30 years. He worked on city-owned vehicles from garbage trucks to police squad cars. We loved hearing his work stories especially when he spoke about when he test drove the police cars and the reactions that he got from drivers who believed he was a police officer.
He was extremely skilled in his profession and, outside of working hours, he often willingly—and without complaint —repaired the vehicles of family members free of charge. He never turned anyone down who was looking for advice on what could be ailing their vehicles.
He was a provider who always took care of his family's needs. As was common during the era we grew up in, he wanted our mother to focus on raising us and run the household. To make ends meet, while earning a salary as a young mechanic working for a private garage owner, he augmented his salary refurbishing car batteries.
He was always there for his family. Mom often spoke of him coming home after a long day at work and jumping in to help her with caring for us. He helped with homework, made capes for my brothers who wanted to be superheroes, took care of us completely and always made us feel protected and loved. Most importantly he and our mother showed us what it was to have a caring, respectful and loving marriage and instilled in us virtues necessary to become successful in our own right.
Although our father was a quiet, soft-spoken man, the deafening outpouring of emotions from relatives, friends, and neighbors upon learning of his death speaks volumes about the kind of man he truly was. It's common knowledge that the one thing that every member of our extended family could agree upon is that they all loved him. He was the one who they sought out for advice and guidance.
The last couple of months of Jose's life, after he fell and broke his hip, were especially difficult for him and for those of us who were helping to care for him. However, no matter how hard it got, we were all committed to making him feel comfortable, protected and loved at home—where he belonged—after everything that he had so selflessly done for us throughout the entirety of each of our respective lives.
Thank you, Dad. Words cannot adequately express how much we loved you or how much we'll miss you. We take comfort in the fact that you will no longer be dealing with the effects of Parkinson's and then Dementia. We know that you are resting in paradise with our Lord and that we will always have a guardian angel watching over us.
Jose was a kind, loving, hard-working, and dedicated family man who was loved by everyone lucky enough to have known him.
Jose and Irene met on December 10, 1966 at a wedding and fell in love. They were married and devoted to each other for 53 years. Our parents love and respect for each other was deep. They raised us in a household full of love. Our mother cared for her "Honey" until the very end.
Jose, a lifelong resident of El Paso, was a member of the a graduating class of 1965 from Ysleta High School. He retired from the City of El Paso, where he was employed as an automotive mechanic for nearly 30 years. He worked on city-owned vehicles from garbage trucks to police squad cars. We loved hearing his work stories especially when he spoke about when he test drove the police cars and the reactions that he got from drivers who believed he was a police officer.
He was extremely skilled in his profession and, outside of working hours, he often willingly—and without complaint —repaired the vehicles of family members free of charge. He never turned anyone down who was looking for advice on what could be ailing their vehicles.
He was a provider who always took care of his family's needs. As was common during the era we grew up in, he wanted our mother to focus on raising us and run the household. To make ends meet, while earning a salary as a young mechanic working for a private garage owner, he augmented his salary refurbishing car batteries.
He was always there for his family. Mom often spoke of him coming home after a long day at work and jumping in to help her with caring for us. He helped with homework, made capes for my brothers who wanted to be superheroes, took care of us completely and always made us feel protected and loved. Most importantly he and our mother showed us what it was to have a caring, respectful and loving marriage and instilled in us virtues necessary to become successful in our own right.
Although our father was a quiet, soft-spoken man, the deafening outpouring of emotions from relatives, friends, and neighbors upon learning of his death speaks volumes about the kind of man he truly was. It's common knowledge that the one thing that every member of our extended family could agree upon is that they all loved him. He was the one who they sought out for advice and guidance.
The last couple of months of Jose's life, after he fell and broke his hip, were especially difficult for him and for those of us who were helping to care for him. However, no matter how hard it got, we were all committed to making him feel comfortable, protected and loved at home—where he belonged—after everything that he had so selflessly done for us throughout the entirety of each of our respective lives.
Thank you, Dad. Words cannot adequately express how much we loved you or how much we'll miss you. We take comfort in the fact that you will no longer be dealing with the effects of Parkinson's and then Dementia. We know that you are resting in paradise with our Lord and that we will always have a guardian angel watching over us.
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