My dad.
A man of a million words and questions.
A man who dreamed.
A man with ideas and discoveries.
A man who could sell anything.
A man I called my dad.
He had faith that he never kept to himself. Ready to befriend any stranger.
Lived life fully. Loved all of us fully.
Now heavens on my mind…
He took his final ride - this one to heaven…July 3rd made his graduation to Jesus side.
Love you forever, my daddy. My biggest cheerleader 📣.
Well done, good and faithful servant.
Wallace Howard Cook
September 15th 1959-July 3rd 2026
Dad died in a tragic accident while riding his motorcycle to play pickleball with friends on a warm summer morning. (Wearing a helmet) found alongside the road alive but succumbed to his internal injuries.
