Luke was the baby of our family. From the moment he was born, he was a rough, tough, rugged boy. He had a fascination with big trucks. When he was little he loved to drive down the interstate and would get very excited when he saw 18 wheelers. He would start shouting big truck, big truck. As he grew older he developed a love for sports. He played many sports early on but baseball became his main sport. When he got into 7th grade he began playing football and quickly fell in love with it. He would go on to excel on the football field earning all district honors his junior and senior years and an athletic scholarship to play at the University of Texas Permian Basin. He became the kind of person who walked into a room and instantly commanded attention, not because he demanded it, but because his presence was impossible to ignore. Luke had a voice that was deep and calming. He was tough as nails both mentally and physically. He faced challenges head-on, never backing down from a fight and he overcame adversity time and again. Luke truly had a warrior mentality.
But beneath his rough, tough exterior lied a heart that surprised people. He was fiercely loyal, and when someone was in pain, he felt it too. There was a softness in the way he listened, an authenticity in the way he cared. Compassionate and empathetic, yet always up for a laugh or a little chaos, he was the kind of paradox that made life richer just by being around.