Jack Patrick Murphy

Jack Patrick "Pat" Murphy

Jack Patrick Murphy, known to family and friends as Pat and affectionately called "Pops" by his grandchildren, passed away on August 5, 2026, at the age of 81.

Pat was born on November 29, 1944, in Austin, Texas, and grew up in Clovis, New Mexico. He married his high school sweetheart on July 22, 1967. Together they shared 58 years of marriage before her passing in August last year. They were blessed with eight children, eight grandchildren, and four great-grandchildren. Psalm 127:3, "Children are a heritage from the Lord," was a verse that held special meaning to both Pat and Jaros and was reflected in the love they poured into their family.

Pat's faith in the Lord Jesus Christ was the foundation of his life. He faithfully served his church as a deacon, choir member, and youth choir volunteer. Many who knew him spoke of the way he worshipped and the authenticity of his faith. He genuinely cared about people and always had time for a conversation, a listening ear, or thoughtful advice. Family members, friends, and even those outside the family often turned to him for wisdom and encouragement. To those who knew him best, Pat was the very definition of integrity.

Family was always at the center of Pat's life. Whether hunting with his older sons, teaching his wife to fly, camping across Europe, or spending summers exploring the outdoors with Jaros after retirement, he found joy in sharing experiences with those he loved. Some of his grandchildren's favorite memories were made while camping, where Pops could often be found sitting in the dirt, or "dirtin'," building memories alongside them. The family's annual trips to O'Haver Lake, affectionately known as "Stink Camp," became legendary. With no showers, plenty of lake water, and only the occasional baby wipe bath, the week produced a lifetime of memories, stories, and laughter with the kids, grandkids, and numerous friends.

One of Pat's trademarks was the pen that was always tucked into his shirt pocket. His grandchildren knew it was there and often tried to "borrow" it. Analise, the youngest granddaughter, even spent part of her baby dedication happily chewing on Pops' treasured pen, a memory that still brings smiles to the family today.

Inspired by his father, an Army Air Corps instructor pilot, he developed a lifelong love of aviation that would shape much of his life. After participating in ROTC during his college years, he entered the United States Air Force, serving his country for 25 years and retiring as a Lieutenant Colonel. As a pilot, he flew during the Vietnam War and was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross and the Meritorious Service Medal. His love of flying extended well beyond his military career and remained one of his greatest passions throughout his life.

Pat delighted in simple pleasures. He loved gospel hymns, classic country music, Star Trek, Jeopardy!, and especially ice cream. No matter what city, state, or country he happened to be visiting, he always made time to find a scoop. He also loved games. Tuesday game days were a treasured tradition, and Pat and Jaros could often be found playing Farkle together over morning coffee, whether at home or in the camper.

Pat's greatest legacy is not found in the medals he earned, the positions he held, or the places he traveled, but in the steadfast faith he placed in the Lord Jesus Christ, the family he loved, the wisdom he shared, and the countless lives he touched along the way.