Jeff Alan Giroux

I don’t know who my dad was to everyone else, but to my family, the people who knew him best, he was everything. He was hilarious, adventurous, quirky in the best way possible, happy, grateful for everything, kind, and would do anything and everything for the ones he loved. He lived for his family, the puppy dogs in his life, his vacations, good food and “good times, gooood times”.

He had such a big personality that it feels palpable. Sayings, song quotes, tv/movie quotes, things he made up (which was a lot), I can hear it as clear as day. Everything he did was his own. He was one of a kind and didn’t care what people thought. We talked about everything with each other.

Our random thoughts, all his random facts, stories of our lives, things that made us sad, things that made us happy. Literally everything. He would just listen and he always had the best advice. It usually always boiled down to the fact that I shouldn’t stress (because most things don’t really matter) and to do whatever made me happy because that’s all he ever cared about. He always wanted his family to be happy.

His outlook on life is something to aspire to. He didn’t have an easy life to say the least, but he learned to be grateful for everything. He would find a dollar on the ground and let everyone know he was “the richest man in the world”. And he was…not for any possession he owned because my dad was not materialistic. He was rich for the wonderful life that he built.

He was married to the absolute love of his life and had two kids that were his pride and joy. He got to watch us end up with wonderful people and he had finally felt a sense of relief that we’d all be okay. My dad never failed to tell us how much he loved us, how special he thought we were, or how proud of us he was. I have the million texts to prove it. And I never failed to do the same…he always worried if he was a good dad, a good husband, or good person and I hope he listened to me when I would tell him he was because he is the best person I’ve ever known. My dad never let me down, never disappointed me, he was always there no matter what and I’m so thankful I got to tell him that recently. My dad was loved more than he will ever know. And it’s not fair that he is gone so soon, but he will never be forgotten. He lives on through my family and I through the countless memories, stories, texts, pictures, videos. We love you daddy bear.

Forever and always, your little girl.

Arrangements entrusted to Lindquist’s Layton Mortuary, 1867 N. Fairfield Rd., Layton, Utah.