My Great Uncle Joe Bill Jessup went to heaven two days ago.
Married 63 years to Aunt Ruth, father, Korea veteran, joy-filled, live-wire, caring man who loved God.
Ever since Melissa and I moved to North Carolina, I have been thinking, “Melissa has to meet Joe Bill.” And I never made the time.
It turned out to be timely that I wrote a poem about my fore-farmers on Tuesday because Joe Bill is a major part of that legacy.
I heard so many hilarious front-porch stories of him and my Papa, Basil Jessup, growing up on the farm together in Westfield, NC, along with their brother J.T. and sister Mary Ellen.
I could tell you a lot about him, but you just have to see him to know.
Here he is from a video my brother Joel captured during a visit we had with him nearly two years ago, telling us how every day for him was like Sunday on the farm.
There is a really nice obit in the Mt. Airy News here.
We love you, Joe Bill.
