Calvin Kenneth Lee

My dad, Calvin, lived a life rooted in love, loyalty, and service — to his country, his community, and above all, to his family. Born on September 17, 1942, he passed peacefully on July 22, 2025, leaving behind a story that was uniquely his, and a legacy that lives on in all of us who loved him.

For 59 years, he was married to the love of his life, my mom, Martha. He adored her — truly, endlessly. The way he cared for her, especially when she got sick, showed all of us what real love looks like. It wasn’t just in the big gestures — though there were plenty of those — but in the little everyday things: brushing her hair, holding her hand, knowing what she needed before she said a word. He gave her the world, literally and figuratively. Together, they traveled across it — from London to Hawaii to small towns and big cities — always hand in hand, always ready for the next adventure.

Dad’s first job was with Gidden’s Funeral Home in Jacksonville, and not long after, he joined the U.S. Army. He served for 20 years, retiring as a 100% disabled veteran. He never complained, never asked for anything in return — just lived with pride, strength, and that quiet resolve he always carried. After the military, he continued his life of service — as a member of the Jacksonville Soil and Water Conservation Board, a proud Mason, and an employee of the City of Jacksonville until his retirement.

Being a Mason meant a great deal to him. It wasn’t just about belonging to an organization — it was about living by a code: honor, integrity, charity, and truth. Those values showed up in every area of his life. He didn’t just believe in them — he embodied them.

My dad had a wicked sense of humor — dry, sharp, and unforgettable. He could deliver a one-liner that would leave the whole room laughing, and he loved a good story — especially if he was the one telling it. And trust me, he always had a story ready.

He was an amazing father — the kind who always showed up, even when it was hard. He made me feel safe, supported, and truly loved. He didn’t just tell me I could do anything — he lived his life in a way that showed me how. And when I married Jay, he welcomed him with open arms and genuine joy. He was proud to call Jay his son-in-law and truly considered him family from day one. In fact, one of the first things he said was, “Now your mom and I get one more grandchild.” That was my dad — always leading with love.

To his grandchildren, he was Granddaddy — a title he carried with deep pride and tenderness. Summers with Armin were sacred: filled with painting, stories, and quiet moments of connection. He loved watching Armin grow up, and he cherished Morgan just the same. His grandchildren were his heart.

To his nieces and nephews, he was Uncle Calvin — dependable, present, and always ready with advice, encouragement, or a good laugh. He never missed a birthday call or a chance to show up for those he loved. He didn’t just love his family — he showed it, every single day.

Later in life, he found joy in painting — creating scenes that felt like memory and dream all at once. His brushstrokes told stories when his voice grew tired, and his art became another way he stayed connected to us.

Calvin was a husband, father, granddaddy, uncle, soldier, Mason, public servant, artist, and storyteller. But more than anything, he was ours. And we were his.

We love you, Dad. Thank you for showing us how to live with purpose, love with your whole heart, and laugh through the hard moments. Your stories, your strength, and your love will live on in all of us.

A visitation for Calvin will be held Tuesday, July 29, 2025 from 10:30 AM to 11:30 AM at Hardage-Giddens, Riverside Memorial Park & Funeral Home, 7242 Normandy Blvd, Jacksonville, FL 32205 with a Celebration of Life following at 11:30 AM. The committal service will be at Jacksonville National Cemetery, 4083 Lannie Rd, Jacksonville, FL 32218 at 2:30 PM.