Joseph Daniels

Joe entered into the Kingdom of Heaven on January 9, 2021 after complications due to COVID-19 to reunite with his father, Joseph Thomas Daniels. Joe is survived by his mother Maureen Fairchild, his wife of 19 years, Becky, his sons Joseph and Justin (with wife Allison) Daniels, his step sons Dennis (with wife Tricia) and Bryan Hearn, his sister Suzanne and her husband Stephen Goebel, his sister Kathleen and her husband Bill Brenneman, and his brother Scott Daniels and his wife Maureen Daniels.

Joseph Daniels  was born on January 4, 1960 to Joseph and Maureen Daniels in Schenectady, New York. His family moved to the Apply Valley area of California when he was a toddler. He grew up in a loving home with his parents, brother, and two sisters. He was close to his parents, and one of his fondest childhood memories was fishing with his father who passed away in 1987. He graduated from Redlands High School in 1978 and moved to College Station, Texas in order to attend Texas A&M University (Whoop!). There he obtained his degree in industrial distribution in 1983. He has been a branch manager and a member of the Purvis Bearing family since 2003.

Joe met his soul mate and best friend, Becky Daniels, as their sons were both on the little league baseball team that he coached. He could tell you the exact date and time that he first laid eyes on Becky, and it was all history from there. They married on May 11, 2002, and began their new life together, creating a new blended family. They each had two sons from a previous marriage, and Joe made it his mission to always put his family first. Joe truly embodied what it was to be a family man. He was a natural born leader, and a man of integrity, humor, intelligence, and love. He is and always will be deeply loved by his four boys. After all of the kids grew up, Joe and Becky spent their time riding motorcycles, boating and fishing, taking camping trips together and attending chili cook-off competitions. They loved competing against each other and talking trash (in a loving way, of course)! This couple was a true example of friendship at it’s very best.

It is often said that Joe has never met a stranger. His outgoing personality, humor, intuition, and selflessness has made him more friends than you could ever imagine. He touched more hearts and lives in his short time on this earth than most people could touch in ten lifetimes. The old cliche, “he has made the world a better place,” is the most fitting thing that can be said about Joe. God puts people on this earth for a purpose, and Joe’s purpose was to show others how to live a full life and be a positive influence on the world.

The following poem has touched the family’s heart and will continue to allow us to remain close to Joe. It is our belief that life does not end when the body ceases to exist. If you are so inclined, please read this poem and share your favorite memory, or JoJo story, as Becky calls it!

Death Is Nothing At All

By: Henry Scott Holland

Death is nothing at all.

It does not count.

I have only slipped away into the next room.

Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.

I am I, and you are you,

and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.

Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.

Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.

Put no difference into your tone.

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.

Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.

It is the same as it ever was.

There is absolute and unbroken continuity.

What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you, for an interval,

somewhere very near,

just round the corner.

All is well.

Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.

One brief moment and all will be as it was before.

How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

In lieu of flowers please donate to: Youth Sports---Breast Cancer Awareness---The Wounded Warrior Project