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Paul Hoke
Troy's Sibling
Troy Donald Hoke
September 20th, 1968 - January 14th, 2026
September 20th, 1968 - January 14th, 2026
A life well lived is a precious gift, of hope and strength and grace, from someone who has made our world a brighter, better place.
In Loving Memory of Troy
September 20, 1968 – January 14, 2026
Troy lived life on his own terms: unapologetically, passionately, and with unwavering conviction. He was a man who didn't hold back, whether it be sharing his strong opinions or pouring himself into the things and people he loved. That directness, that lack of filter, wasn't just a trait, it was the essence and core of who Troy was, for better or worse. It made him unforgettable.
Born on September 20, 1968, Troy grew up with a love for the outdoors that would define much of his life. He spent countless hours fishing at Lake Conroe, competing in bass tournaments, and camping with family along the water's edge. Those early mornings on the lake, the thrill of the catch, the quiet moments in nature, these were where Troy felt most at home. Hunting became another passion, with many seasons spent at deer leases with close friends and family, including his uncle and cousins, where stories were shared and bonds were strengthened with people around him that he cared about the most.
At the early age of twelve, Troy faced two life-altering challenges. His mother, Ruth, passed away from heart complications, a loss that would shape him profoundly. Shortly after that, he was diagnosed with diabetes, a condition he would battle every single day for the rest of his life. Managing diabetes from such a young age required constant vigilance, discipline, and resilience. Troy never expected to live as long as he did because of his diabetes and health issues he faced over the years, yet he pushed forward with characteristic determination, defying his own expectations and living to the age of 57. In recent years, increasing health challenges tested him further, but Troy endured until the very end, squeezing every moment he could from the life he fought so hard to live.
Troy's life was anchored by his commitments and dedications: to his work, his passions, and to his family. As a construction superintendent throughout the Houston area and surrounding regions, he built a career defined by dedication and hard work over many years. Troy was extremely proud of the construction projects he led and was a part of, each one a testament to his skill and leadership. During his prime, he was a highly valued and sought-after superintendent, known for his expertise and strong commitment to quality. He approached his work with the same intensity, pride, and passion he brought to everything else in his life.
But perhaps nowhere was Troy's commitment more evident than in his role as a father. His son, Hunter, was his pride and joy. Troy threw himself wholeheartedly into Hunter's baseball journey, from games and leagues to practices and camps throughout childhood and high school. He was there, present and fully invested, always supportive, cheering from the stands and coaching from the sidelines. Baseball wasn't just Hunter's passion, it became a bond between father and son that defined their special relationship.
Troy married his childhood sweetheart, Sharon, whom he met in high school. Their marriage lasted many years, a testament to the deep connection they shared from their earliest days together. Though they later separated, the years they built together and the family they created remained an important chapter in Troy's story.
In 2010, Troy said goodbye to his father, Donald, who succumbed to cancer. Having lost both parents, Troy understood loss intimately, yet he continued to move forward with the strength that characterized his approach to life.
In many ways, Troy's life can be measured by his passions and his commitments: baseball, fishing, hunting, construction work, and family. He lived fully in each of these areas, holding nothing back. He was rough around the edges at times, but beneath that hard exterior was a man with a compassionate heart, a devoted brother, a dedicated father, and a loyal husband. And through it all, he was a fighter, battling a chronic illness from childhood, never giving up, and living far beyond what he thought possible.
Troy lived as he chose to live: boldly, honestly, and without apology. He defied the odds, cherished his passions and interests, and loved his family dearly. He will be deeply missed by all who knew him, and his memory will live on in the stories shared, the lessons learned, and the love he gave to those closest to him.
Troy is survived by his son, Hunter, his brother, Paul. He joins his mother, Ruth, and his father, Donald, in eternal rest.
"I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith."
2 Timothy 4:7
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A Note to Family and Friends:
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Jack DeLage
Troy has been an excellent friend for more than four decades. We shared many great memories, especially from the early years. I remember when Troy and Sharon started dating, and when he purchased his first pickup truck in high school. It was an old truck, but he fixed it up nicely. Troy was elated when Hunter arrived. He became a proud father. Troy loved going to Hunter's baseball games, and even more than fishing. I will always remember Troy as a great person and cherished friend. We miss you Troy. God bless you.
Theresa Andersson
One of the many things I remember about Troy the most was the havoc that he caused with the birds, squirrels, and snakes in the woods and creeks of Shenandoah. Troy also very much loved his favorite childhood food of fried shrimp and okra patties, and he always had to have his can of Copenhagen on him at all times. I have so many great memories of Troy, but what I remember the most were his welcoming smiles, and big hugs that always he had for me. Troy will be very much missed! With all my love, Aunt Theresa
Paul Hoke
One year, Troy asked me to fish in a fishing tournament at Lake Conroe, since his partner that year couldn't go. I went, and it was the absolute WORST WEATHER. Very strong winds, rain, and 6 foot waves, on the lake! At times, it seemed like we were the only ones dumb enough to still be fishing on the lake, but Troy said he knew all the right spots and we hit as many as we could, despite the weather! I remember we were trying to time it just right with the wind, waves, and rain to make it under the 1097 bridge to get to the other side. It was the WORST day to be on the lake trying to fish. Not surprisingly, we didn't catch any, but we ended up with great memories.
Jeff Andersson
This is Jeff Andersson Troy's cousin on Theresa's side. I am younger than Troy and spent more time with his brother Paul when we were growing up but I think the world of both of them and we had some very memorable times together in our youth. Many of my memories center around the Oak Ridge Neighborhood where the Hoke Family lived many years ago. I remember how excited I was every time my mom and I were going to visit them. It was in the country. We could shoot BB guns, shotguns, go fishing and ride the go-kart. And it was the fastest Go-Kart known to man as I believe the Hokes fashioned it with a chainsaw motor. Those red Iron Ore roads taught me how to drift ! Troy had no regard for safety when he was behind the wheel of that go-kart but it impressed me and he always managed to bring it back home in one piece:-) Another memorable experience from those days was when Troy and his best friend Chad were shooting the single shot 410 shotgun and they asked me if I wanted to try it. I must have been about 10 years old and of course I said yes. Little did I know that they had placed a 3-inch Magnum buckshot round in the chamber and handed me the shotgun. I pulled the trigger and got the kick of my life. I think Troy and Chad got the kick of their life too as they laughed uncontrollably at my shock from that recoil. I wasn't mad though, I enjoyed it :-) I also remember a time when it was necessary for me to stay the weekend with my cousins and we knew that Troy had chicken pox and neither Paul nor myself had gotten chicken pox yet and we were strictly told to stay separated from Troy throughout the day. We did a pretty good job for the first half of the day but in the afternoon Troy got irritated with Paul and I and jumped over the couch to tackle both of us and wrestle us to the floor. It didn't take long for the chicken pox too get us after that. Our parents were mad but I guess we needed to catch it anyway. Troy didn't care he was laughing the whole time! Troy was always watching out for me whether I knew it or not. I'm so glad to have had the time with him that I did. Troy loved life and had a very adventurous spirit. Never feared anything or anyone to my knowledge. I am sad that he is not with us anymore and left early but I'm also aware of the Eternal peace that he is now enjoying with the ones he loves that have departed before him. I truly wish God's blessing on all of their souls and I have peace knowing we will all be together again one day in the Lord's presence. Love, Jeff
Chad Hoke
I have many good memories of Troy. We were big running buddies in our teenage and young adult years before we became Adults and Fathers. My memories are from playing pranks on each other in College, going to Concerts, Country Dance Hall's, and whatever else we could get into. I have lots of good memories and stories about ventures with Troy. Troy had a few stories of me as well. Most stories Troy told were True, but not all, but there was some version of the Truth in all of them (LOL). My memory likes to think we were normal teenagers and young adults, but that could be debatable. In our mid to late Twenties we both really got into Bass Fishing. Troy and I went on many fishing trips and participated in a lot of Bass Tournaments at that time of our lives. We had good times on many fishing trips. Quite often both Myself, Janet, Troy, Sharon and Uncle DB would be out on the water together fishing and trolling on Lake Conroe or at another lake fishing and camping. Once Hunter came into Troy's life the fishing took a backseat and he started concentrating more on Hunter and what he was into. Through conversations with Troy I knew exactly what Hunter was into and doing. I guarantee that Troy and I didn't have one conversation, once he became a Father, that didn't involve him telling me what and how Hunter was doing. Troy was definitely a proud man. But he was most proud of being a Father to Hunter. I hate that his quality of life was not that good the last few years of his life. I wished that I could have done more to help him the last few years, but he was not about to take help from me or anyone else. I will always have fond memories of him and the man he was. Troy was truly a unique individual and I will miss him.
Paul Hoke
When we were younger, staying at my grandmother's for the summer, Troy seemed to think it was VERY FUNNY to drain the gas out of our 3-wheelers when we were riding around trying to fish at the different ponds in the area. We did manage to get him back some (me, and my cousin Chad). Troy sure liked to stir up problems at times. But we loved him anyway!
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