We celebrate the life of Douglas Daggett, a man who didn’t pretend to be polished or flawless, but who lived with grit, faith, and a deeply generous heart.

Doug was born in Scottsbluff, Nebraska, on February 2, 1962, to Ted and Mona Daggett, joining his older brothers Roger and Tom, where they lived and worked on their farm on Daggett Drive. He attended Haig Elementary School, walking the same halls as his brothers and his father before him. Doug went to youth camp as many times as he could in Wyoming, near the Black Hills.

From an early age, he was taught the value of hard work, integrity, and faith—principles he carried with him throughout his life. Those values shaped how he showed up for others, how he gave, and how he lived with quiet purpose. And though he may have been a little rough around the edges, beneath that exterior was a loyal, deeply rooted man committed to the people he loved and the God he served.

As a young man, Doug ventured to South Dakota to drive agriculture tractors for a large farming corporation. Eventually, he returned to work on the family farm, but in February of 1988, he loaded up his motorcycle in the back of his truck and drove to San Jose, California. There, he worked in the construction industry and went on to start his own company in 1995. It was in California that he met Renee, the woman who would become his wife and partner for the next 35 years.

He went on to build a beautiful life with Renee. Together, they raised two sons, Andrew and Ryan, and later welcomed his daughter-in-law, Jennifer, into the family when he officiated their wedding. Then came two of the greatest joys of his life: his granddaughters, Elliotte and Emmalyn. He was a tough guy with a soft spot for those little girls, and he was so proud to be their Grumpa.

Doug was a man of deep faith, and he wasn’t quiet about it. He loved talking about Jesus, sharing Scripture, and having real conversations about life, eternity, and what it meant to walk with God.

Whether you were family, a friend, or someone he had just met, if there was an opportunity to mention the Bible or discuss his almighty Creator, he took it. His love for the Lord was sincere and unwavering, and it shaped everything he did. Doug didn’t just believe in God—he walked with Him daily and wanted others to experience that same peace, purpose, and saving grace.

Of course, that walk with God didn’t mean he always played it safe. He was known to do a few donuts in a parking lot back in the day. He got expelled from Bible college for sneaking a snake into the girls’ dorm. He bought a newlywed couple an actual pig for their wedding gift. And he delivered the greatest hula dance Hawaii had ever seen. Doug had a special way of making people laugh, raising an eyebrow or two, and keeping life just a little more interesting.

Doug may not have been one for flowery words or big speeches (except when talking about God, politics or golf—whether you wanted it or not), but the life he lived speaks volumes. He leaves behind a legacy not of perfection, but of presence. A man who showed up. Who stood by his family. Who kept his eyes on Jesus until the very end.

We will miss him—his unique sense of humor, his strength, his no-nonsense advice, and the steady way he anchored those around him. But we’ll carry him with us in the stories, the lessons, and the love he left behind. And we will see him again, where we’ll praise King Jesus together for eternity.

Well done, good and faithful servant. You are home.