This morning, I was thinking about how my dad’s been gone for almost seven years.
I stood by my kitchen counter, recalling his humor.
Laugh. Wit. How he went from telling a joke to giving words of wisdom in seconds. I was also thinking of how we used to watch Chuck Norris in Walker, Texas Ranger together.
Dad would smile whenever Walker floored a bad guy.
Norris came to mind because earlier this week, I’d heard he was in the hospital. And hours later, I got a notification that he'd passed away.
What I admired about Norris was his message. His philosophy taught me that we should be good to each other, practicing courtesy, friendship, and respect for people around us. And we should be good to our bodies using self-control.
Part of why I do my best to eat healthy, continue to go to the gym even after having eight back operations, and watch what I put into my mouth is thanks to Chuck Norris.
It’s a shame that I never got to meet him, but I’ll always remember what he taught me.
I guess it hits especially hard because Norris reminded me of my own dad in some ways—that same blend of strength, humor, and quiet wisdom.
My condolences go out to his family. If any of you ever read this, know that he brought joy to this person’s life, and to my dad’s while he was alive.
Thank you, Carlos Ray “Chuck” Norris
March 10, 1940 to March 19, 2026
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