What can you say about a man in a few short sentences who walked this earth for 52 years and accomplished so many things? His family is his legacy and while he was taken from this world too soon, we celebrate the memories we hold in our hearts.
Jay Kent Underwood, 52, of Waterloo, died on February 6, 2007 at the University of Iowa Hospital and Clinics from complications of Cardiac Arrest.
He was the son of Claude Henry Underwood, Jr. and Janette Folkers Underwood. He was born at the "old" St. Francis Hospital on July 21, 1954 in Waterloo, Iowa.
He married Barbara Glasgow Underwood on July 24, 1974 at Blessed Sacrament Catholic Church in Waterloo, Iowa.
He was the proudest grandfather of Tanner Jay Underwood and Patrick Underwood. Those grandkids could do no wrong. Grandpa spoiled them, laughed with them and made up songs to sing to them. Nothing but boys playing at Grandpa's house! One can imagine the great noise Grandpa hears in Heaven with those kids running about the house! He watches over them since none of them have broken any bones (yet).
He had three sisters he loved to tease: Barbara Underwood Duggan, Julie Underwood Hayes and Andrea Underwood Herman.
And if his garden ever produced anything edible, he would take it over to his parents or sisters.
He was the #1 Packer Fan. He had the opportunity to see the Lombardi Legends and listen to Reggie White. He said when the curtain opened and he saw his favorite players (Bart Starr, Willie Davis, Jerry Kramer, Max Magee, to name a few) it was one of the best days of his life. He even got to talk to some of the players and asked Max Magee what it was like to play for Lombardi.
He kept in touch with his high school best friend, Jerry (Hank) Hankner. He tried to golf with Hank and his brother-in-laws several times. Let's say golfing wasn't his forte.
He was well read after taking a summer to read the encyclopedia for enjoyment while in high school, making him the master of useless knowledge. He enjoyed gardening, looking for the elusive morel mushroom, supervising his son Brandon on important home improvement projects, having a prized Old Milwaukee beer and having family dinners at the dinner table when all of his kids were home.
He is missed for the man he was, for the dad he was, the husband and son and brother but mostly for what life he didn't get to live. But for what we can't understand, there is the mystery of life and death that someday we have faith we will understand.
Jay Kent Underwood, 52, of Waterloo, died on February 6, 2007 at the University of Iowa Hospital and Clinics from complications of Cardiac Arrest.
He was the son of Claude Henry Underwood, Jr. and Janette Folkers Underwood. He was born at the "old" St. Francis Hospital on July 21, 1954 in Waterloo, Iowa.
He married Barbara Glasgow Underwood on July 24, 1974 at Blessed Sacrament Catholic Church in Waterloo, Iowa.
He was the proudest grandfather of Tanner Jay Underwood and Patrick Underwood. Those grandkids could do no wrong. Grandpa spoiled them, laughed with them and made up songs to sing to them. Nothing but boys playing at Grandpa's house! One can imagine the great noise Grandpa hears in Heaven with those kids running about the house! He watches over them since none of them have broken any bones (yet).
He had three sisters he loved to tease: Barbara Underwood Duggan, Julie Underwood Hayes and Andrea Underwood Herman.
And if his garden ever produced anything edible, he would take it over to his parents or sisters.
He was the #1 Packer Fan. He had the opportunity to see the Lombardi Legends and listen to Reggie White. He said when the curtain opened and he saw his favorite players (Bart Starr, Willie Davis, Jerry Kramer, Max Magee, to name a few) it was one of the best days of his life. He even got to talk to some of the players and asked Max Magee what it was like to play for Lombardi.
He kept in touch with his high school best friend, Jerry (Hank) Hankner. He tried to golf with Hank and his brother-in-laws several times. Let's say golfing wasn't his forte.
He was well read after taking a summer to read the encyclopedia for enjoyment while in high school, making him the master of useless knowledge. He enjoyed gardening, looking for the elusive morel mushroom, supervising his son Brandon on important home improvement projects, having a prized Old Milwaukee beer and having family dinners at the dinner table when all of his kids were home.
He is missed for the man he was, for the dad he was, the husband and son and brother but mostly for what life he didn't get to live. But for what we can't understand, there is the mystery of life and death that someday we have faith we will understand.
What can you say about a man in a few short sentences who walked this earth for 52 years and accomplished so many things? His family is his legacy and while he was taken from this world too soon, we celebrate the memories we hold in our hearts.
Jay Kent Underwood, 52, of Waterloo, died on February 6, 2007 at the University of Iowa Hospital and Clinics from complications of Cardiac Arrest.
He was the son of Claude Henry Underwood, Jr. and Janette Folkers Underwood. He was born at the "old" St. Francis Hospital on July 21, 1954 in Waterloo, Iowa.
He married Barbara Glasgow Underwood on July 24, 1974 at Blessed Sacrament Catholic Church in Waterloo, Iowa.
He was the proudest grandfather of Tanner Jay Underwood and Patrick Underwood. Those grandkids could do no wrong. Grandpa spoiled them, laughed with them and made up songs to sing to them. Nothing but boys playing at Grandpa's house! One can imagine the great noise Grandpa hears in Heaven with those kids running about the house! He watches over them since none of them have broken any bones (yet).
He had three sisters he loved to tease: Barbara Underwood Duggan, Julie Underwood Hayes and Andrea Underwood Herman.
And if his garden ever produced anything edible, he would take it over to his parents or sisters.
He was the #1 Packer Fan. He had the opportunity to see the Lombardi Legends and listen to Reggie White. He said when the curtain opened and he saw his favorite players (Bart Starr, Willie Davis, Jerry Kramer, Max Magee, to name a few) it was one of the best days of his life. He even got to talk to some of the players and asked Max Magee what it was like to play for Lombardi.
He kept in touch with his high school best friend, Jerry (Hank) Hankner. He tried to golf with Hank and his brother-in-laws several times. Let's say golfing wasn't his forte.
He was well read after taking a summer to read the encyclopedia for enjoyment while in high school, making him the master of useless knowledge. He enjoyed gardening, looking for the elusive morel mushroom, supervising his son Brandon on important home improvement projects, having a prized Old Milwaukee beer and having family dinners at the dinner table when all of his kids were home.
He is missed for the man he was, for the dad he was, the husband and son and brother but mostly for what life he didn't get to live. But for what we can't understand, there is the mystery of life and death that someday we have faith we will understand.
Jay Kent Underwood, 52, of Waterloo, died on February 6, 2007 at the University of Iowa Hospital and Clinics from complications of Cardiac Arrest.
He was the son of Claude Henry Underwood, Jr. and Janette Folkers Underwood. He was born at the "old" St. Francis Hospital on July 21, 1954 in Waterloo, Iowa.
He married Barbara Glasgow Underwood on July 24, 1974 at Blessed Sacrament Catholic Church in Waterloo, Iowa.
He was the proudest grandfather of Tanner Jay Underwood and Patrick Underwood. Those grandkids could do no wrong. Grandpa spoiled them, laughed with them and made up songs to sing to them. Nothing but boys playing at Grandpa's house! One can imagine the great noise Grandpa hears in Heaven with those kids running about the house! He watches over them since none of them have broken any bones (yet).
He had three sisters he loved to tease: Barbara Underwood Duggan, Julie Underwood Hayes and Andrea Underwood Herman.
And if his garden ever produced anything edible, he would take it over to his parents or sisters.
He was the #1 Packer Fan. He had the opportunity to see the Lombardi Legends and listen to Reggie White. He said when the curtain opened and he saw his favorite players (Bart Starr, Willie Davis, Jerry Kramer, Max Magee, to name a few) it was one of the best days of his life. He even got to talk to some of the players and asked Max Magee what it was like to play for Lombardi.
He kept in touch with his high school best friend, Jerry (Hank) Hankner. He tried to golf with Hank and his brother-in-laws several times. Let's say golfing wasn't his forte.
He was well read after taking a summer to read the encyclopedia for enjoyment while in high school, making him the master of useless knowledge. He enjoyed gardening, looking for the elusive morel mushroom, supervising his son Brandon on important home improvement projects, having a prized Old Milwaukee beer and having family dinners at the dinner table when all of his kids were home.
He is missed for the man he was, for the dad he was, the husband and son and brother but mostly for what life he didn't get to live. But for what we can't understand, there is the mystery of life and death that someday we have faith we will understand.
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