I’m so fortunate to have known Jerry practically my whole life, as Jerry was my uncle. And everyone knows how easygoing and affable Jerry was. But the one time - out of all those many years - I saw him lose a smidgen of patience was just after a Christmas fundraiser that he and Lois attended. Lois had “won” a huge, gorgeous, decorated-to-the-hilt full size Christmas tree with baubles and ornaments galore - she was so excited! But now Jerry was faced with how to get it home intact. As my husband and I lived nearby, he called John in as a reinforcement…and there may or may not have been a small grumble on the way home. Uncle Jerry, of course, was always such the perfect role model that we loved seeing this side of Jerry!

Jerry was our brother in law and a favorite relative to see at least once a year. The story we remember most was when Alice and I went to the Sonoma wine country with Jerry and Lois for a day of tasting. When we got back to the hotel on the square in Healdsburg we were told by the manager that we had to move our car from the on street parking before midnight. She went to great lengths to describe exactly which places in back were for the hotel and given a stern warning to only park in those specific spaces. When I drove there I found a huge lot with dozens of empty spaces everywhere. So when we met for dinner at a nice restaurant I related the story. The thing was we had consumed way more wine than we were used to so I related the warning with an exaggerated german
 accent of the manager. Of course we all started to laugh so hard I did it again waving my arms and pointing my finger. We were laughing so loud that the manager came over and we thought we were going to get thrown out. Turns out he just wanted to join the party so he sat down and started telling funny stories. When the night was over we all agreed we had never laughed so hard. I still think it was the wine.

I met Jerry in the 5th grade at Sam Houston.  I played football with him at San Jacinto Jr High.  He was a very good athlete.   In high school, I played only basketball.   I can’t remember why Jerry didn’t play my sport..,,… he would likely have been good at it.   I played basketball at Texas and Jerry went to Rice where he was an outstanding student.  We lost touch over the years.  I saw him at our MHS 25th class reunion.   He was still the same smart likable guy he had always been.  Several of our old teammates and buddies spent the day together and had a memorable day.   I wish we had lived closer and stayed in touch.   I was very saddened to learn of his passing.
”Moose” / Mike Hump

Jerry was as intelligent as he was friendly. He lavished both qualities on me during my years of medical training. I was a guest in his home for not one but two months of training. One was in my fourth year of medical school. Another was in my third and final year of residency. I now know what an extra effort it is to run a busy practice and also train a student, but Jerry seemed genuinely excited to pass along his knowledge. I remember learning from him that stress tests do not just "rule in" or "rule out" heart disease. They also predict the likelihood of a heart event in the near future for a patient based on their performance. He was chief of staff of the hospital and a first-class cardiologist, but he never mentioned a word of hesitation or regret at investing so much time in the education of one student.

The second time I spent a month with him, it was jut the two of us. My wife (and his daughter) was not able to come with me. I spent a month with him alone except for the evening hours we spent with Lois.. He treated me like a son and we enjoyed golfing together, traveling to a medical conference, and sharing the joys of our privileged profession. He was endlessly interesting, a good listener, and a good-natured friend. He laughed harder than he should have at my jokes and found an inordinate number of excuses to complement and encourage me.

I miss you, Jerry. (Submitted by Doug Morrissey, Son-in-Law)