Joseph "Joe" Nathaniel Faggard

Bobbie Sue and Family, I so sorry to hear about Joe. A lot of fond memories of him over the year. I first met Joe in 1950 when we moved to High Island. He would come to the fire station to fill up his tank to haul water to Gilchrist, while the tank was filling he would come and drink coffee. He kept everyone on their toes and you didn't get out of line or you parents heard about that. He was a great friend and will be deeply missed.

So sorry for your loss. Mr. Joe was a great man

My deepest sympathy is extended to the family of Joe Faggard.
I have many fond memories of him during those day in the past at the beach in Gilchrist. We had some really nice visits back then, and he was a very fine man. He will not be forgotten.

No matter where you go, if you say you're from High Island or the Bolivar Peninsula, someone always asks if we know Joe Faggard. He has always and forever more will be a legend.
Our deepest sympathies go out to his family.
The Stewarts

Joe Faggard was man of unbounded devotion to his beloved peninsula and to the Gulf Coast of Texas. It was a privilege to know him, to be able to share in his wisdom, and to receive his wise counsel and support. All of us privileged to stroll on a Texas beach should look out at the Gulf as we do so and whisper our thanks to Joe for his untiring efforts to maintain that gift for generations to come.

I LOVE and MISS you Paw-paw, You'll forever be in my heart. I'll always cherish the memories we shared.

So sorry for your loss. Mr. Joe was always one of my favorite patients. Such a funny sweet man! I know he will be very missed. God Bless!

Debbie and Dad,

I am the daughter of Joe Faggard! When he introduced me to his friends he would say I was his daughter-in-law. I would remind him I'm the step daughter, I'm not married to Shan nor Lanny! He always knew in the past when in illness of mom or himself I was just a phone call away.. "Call Debbie", he'd say. I was there not only for Mom, but Dad too. How proud I've always been to serve their every need.

Once early in July he asked me several times, "Can I call you My Daughter?" I would reply, "Why sure you can because that I am." He would repeat how much he loved me, held my hand thru many times of his final three months of life.

I would sneak in his room and turn the monitors down so not to wake mom. It wouldn't be long before mom would wake to see me not laying beside her in bed and she knew exactly where to find me, beside dad. As I held his hand, I would remind him of all the friends and family who called and came to visit and comfort him, as he held on as long as he could. As the morning peaked, I'd tell Dad, "Look, we made it Joe, It's time to open the curtains to see the sunshine, trees, and humming birds fly. He would gaze out the windows grasping each and every moment.

Many times Mom, Joe, and I would recite the Lord's Prayer together, as this would comfort him. During his final days he was unable to speak, but as he heard the words we spoke, you could see the comfort, the love in his heart would pour thru his eyes, and the fear would fade away.

During his final moments, as Mom and I began to recite the Lord's Prayer, along with two of his beloved granddaughters saw in his mouth he was struggling, as if to join us in Prayer, one last time. Away he slipped into the Pearly Gates of Heaven. No longer would he suffer nor feel pain.

You see I am his Daughter, and that I am proud to be. Love you always, Joe. -Debbie

High Island will not be the same here with out you. You will surely be miss.

Uncle Joe will be sadly missed but remembered with fond memories. We all enjoyed his stories at the reunions and his sense of humor. Will never forget the tour of his museum. Our prayers are with Aunt Cooter & Debbie as well as all the Faggards. Love you lots. Ells, Lavon Mathews, B-B & Perry