JUSTIN KYLE WILSON

Kyle had a heart too big for this world. He loved fiercely, laughed loudly, and carried an unshakable devotion to his family, his children, and those he held close. If he loved you, you knew it—he showed it in the way he protected his own, the way he could turn even the hardest days into something lighter with his jokes, and the way he stood by the people who mattered most.

Born in Columbia, Missouri, Kyle was raised in a family that meant everything to him. He graduated from Rock Bridge High School in 2004 and later built a career with his hands, working as a roofer for Watkins Roofing. But Kyle was more than his work—he was an artist, a fisherman, a dreamer. He could get lost in the quiet patience of a fishing line drifting in the water or the excitement of hunting for arrowheads, always searching for something special, something that told a story. His creativity spilled out in his drawings, each stroke of the pencil revealing a part of his soul.

His grandparents were his heart, a love that ran deep, steady, and unwavering. And then came his greatest love—his children. Being their dad wasn’t just something he did; it was who he was. He took pride in every moment with them, pouring his love into their lives in ways big and small. He wanted them to know, without a doubt, how much they were cherished.

Music was the soundtrack of Kyle’s life—Johnny Cash, Kid Rock—songs that now hold his memory, bringing him back in the lyrics and melodies that once filled his days. His presence was a light, even when he didn’t always see it himself.

Kyle fought battles that were heavy, struggles that too many know too well. But his struggles do not define his story—his love does. His laughter does. His devotion does. And if love alone could have saved him, he would still be here.

He is not forgotten. He never will be. His name is spoken, his memory held close, and his love will continue in the lives he touched.