Howard Gene Cody

Howard was a devoted husband to his wife, Jo Ann Cody, and a proud father to his daughters, Krystle Cody and Amber Cody. He shared a special bond with Krystle, whom he lovingly called “KC,” a nickname that reflected both her initials and his affection for her. He also had a tender nickname for Amber who he called Amber Gene Sweet Girl in reflection of how deeply he cared for her. He was a cherished father-in-law to Robert Read, who held a special place in his heart. Having lost his own father at a young age, Robert found in Howard not just a father-in-law, but a steady, guiding presence—a father in every way that mattered.

He was a loving and proud grandfather to Cody Read, Charisma Read, Evan Massey, Ethan Massey, and Parker Massey. He shared a special bond with each of them, especially Cody, whom he lovingly called “Buddy,” a name that will forever echo in the hearts of those who heard it. Howard adored his grandchildren and took great pride in cheering them on and celebrating their achievements. He had a special way of making each of his grandchildren feel seen and valued, always taking the time to share stories, offer advice, and pass along the wisdom he had gained throughout his life. Some of the most meaningful and treasured moments for Howard and his family were spent together at family gatherings, where laughter, stories, and love were always present. He even helped bring a life long dream to life for Jo Ann by overseeing the building of their home making sure every detail was just as it was envisioned. The only thing Howard loved more than cars was his family.

Howard also had a special place in his heart for his dog, Shelby—named after the car he loved—who brought him companionship and joy.

Howard is also survived by his brothers, Robert Cody and Roger Cody. He was preceded in death by his parents, Howard Cody Sr. and Dolores Cody, as well as his brother, George Cody, and his sister, Mary.

Howard was truly a “car guy” through and through. His passion for drag racing and working on cars was more than a hobby—it was who he was. He spent countless hours building engines, fabricating hoods, sanding, and painting, taking pride in every detail. Fords were his favorite, but he also had a 1966 Plymouth Barracuda that he and Jo Anns brother Franklin were always working on, building the engine until it became incredibly fast. They even street raced it, winning many races. Its rough appearance often fooled competitors, who were surprised when they were beaten—something Howard especially loved about that car.

He owned many Fords over the years, including Mustangs, Bosses, Shelbys, Saleens, and Mavericks. Some he drag raced, and others he proudly showed. A few of his cars were even featured in magazines, a testament to his dedication and craftsmanship. If something needed fixing or figuring out, Howard was the one people called. His knowledge, skill, and willingness to help others left a lasting mark on everyone who knew him. He also had many close friends who shared in his passion. Whether traveling to races or spending time together at car shows, those friendships were an important part of his life, filled with laughter, stories, and miles of memories. Some of the most cherished memories were made at races and car shows, many of which supported fundraising efforts for children’s hospitals—something he believed in deeply.

He was a man of strong character—stern and honest, the kind of person who told you the truth whether you were ready to hear it or not. But beneath that strength was a kind and gentle soul, full of quiet love and unwavering loyalty. He lived by his own rules, one of which was simple: if you were on time, you were already late. And true to that belief, he was always early—always dependable.

Howard leaves behind more than memories—he leaves behind a legacy of love, strength, and dedication to his family. His presence was constant, his love steady, and his impact immeasurable. He will be deeply missed, forever loved, and never forgotten by all who had the privilege of knowing him.