ForeverMissed
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Jerry Roseberry, 88 years old, born on February 13, 1934, and passed away on June 12, 2022. We will remember him forever.

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Jerry was born near Anson, Texas, to Charlie and Lila Roseberry and grew up in Central and West Texas. He was a loving husband and father and was beloved by those around him. Jerry was a veteran of the Korean war and served as a Navy radioman on three destroyers. After his military service, he earned a Bachelor of Science degree in Psychology from Texas Tech University.

Most of his professional career consisted of working in a number of architecture and consulting engineering firms where he designed commercial heating, air conditioning and ventilation systems. Jerry was a lifelong learner and excelled at his late second career of teaching Special ED and STEM classes in the Keller, Texas school district. From boyhood on he loved singing and playing stringed instruments. Moreover, he enjoyed composing his own music, and delighted in getting together with other musicians to perform.

Jerry is survived by Bettye, his loving wife of 62 years, as well as his sons Michael and Christopher, daughter-in-law Rosemary, and his grandchildren Daniel and Caitlyn. He is predeceased by his parents Charlie and Lila Roseberry as well as all four of his siblings, Jean, Charles, Mahota and Jack.

In lieu of a memorial, family and friends can share their thoughts, memories, and photos on the online tribute site: jerry-b-roseberry.forevermissed.com. If desired, memorials in-kind may be directed to the Arthritis Foundation (arthritis.org).

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First lesson about airplanes

Shared by Christopher Roseberry on June 21, 2022
When I was maybe five or six, I nailed two little boards together into a cross and whimsically spray-painted it black. I threw the cross across the yard with the expectation that it would fly. I told Dad about my disappointment and he explained that there was a bit more to making something capable of staying in the air. Next was a trip to the toy store for a proper glider. He did explain that most of the weight had to be in front of the wings for an airplane to fly right. Nurturing my interests was a priority for Dad.  This helped put me on a trajectory for an education in aerodynamics and my passion for windtunnels.