Joseph John "Jack" Williams

July 16, 1933 - January 23, 2022

The world stopped on January 23rd, 2022 at 13:25 for a brief moment as Joseph John “Jack” Williams, Grandpa Grizz, Dad, Grandpa Jack, friend, colleague, husband and selfless being, lost his long battle with cardiac and renal failure. He passed peacefully in his sleep surrounded by his two daughters. Not once did Jack ever complain about his malady. He greeted everyone with a smile and positive attitude about life. He lived to help others. He did his best to be sure his family wanted for nothing, sacrificing much to meet this goal. When he was home, he involved his children in imaginative games that left indelible memories that each one cherishes today. Jack was an incredible artist with the skill to use any medium. He was a pioneer, engineer, humanitarian, author, methodical thinker and selfless soul. He always set his own comfort aside to increase the comfort level of those he met. He dedicated much of his later years to his humanitarian work. Jack improved and influenced the lives of more people than we will ever know. If he only touched your life for a moment, he was with you forever. It was his gift. He always invited you into his world, one of love and beauty, peace and joy, a place of inclusion and thoughtful quiet. Jack had a story for everything and about everything. He authored and published on Kindle, (Jack Williams, author), many books and memoirs, so we can still share in those stories, hearing his voice telling of his adventures. Truly a kind, unselfish, wise soul. Rest in peace. Except from: A Narrative of the lIfe of Joseph John (Jack) Williams: Part 1 “When I built the retreat in my mind, I was reminded of the contrasts of the landscape and how that mirrored my own life. Those contrasts are manifest in the surroundings with the vegetation, flowers and rock outcrops and gravelly washes. The contrasts in my life are shown in the hard surface I often manifest underpinned by sensitivity, kindness, and warmth.” In his book, Jack describes a place he imagined in his mind. A place he could visit anytime. A place of solace and peace. He describes a valley in the west deserts of Callao, UT, where, in the mid 1800’s, his great grandfather Kearney established his first homestead. This is where he wishes his ashes to be scattered to join his ancestors. He is survived by his loving children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. There will be an outdoor memorial in the Spring to pay tribute to this incredibly giving man.