I met Dr. Truman (as I used to call him) when I took his Physics class at DeVry University. I was immediately drawn in by his kindness, friendliness, humility, and deep intellect. No one cared more about students than Dr. Truman. He saw us first as people, then as students.
There were times when we struggled to keep up with school and work, and he would kindly remind us that he was there to help—that “Mercy” was his middle name, as he liked to say. His office door—and his heart—were always open.
After graduating in 2007, I stayed in touch with Dr. Truman. My first job happened to be in Richardson, very close to his home, and we would get together often to talk about life and work. But it was our shared faith in God that united us the most. We attended a couple of Christian Apologetics conferences together and had a wonderful time discussing science and faith—two things he never saw as opposed, but beautifully intertwined.
Dr. Truman had a deep love for his family, especially his grandkids and great-grandkids. He would often speak proudly of their achievements, and I remember how excited he was when Jack Blocker made it to the finals of American Idol.
I learned so much from Dr. Truman—not just about physics or theology, but about how to live with grace, compassion, and purpose. I’m deeply grateful for the privilege of knowing him and calling him a friend.
I only recently learned of the passing of my dear friend, mentor, and brother in Christ through a simple online search, after not hearing from him for some time. The news hit hard, but I hold onto the hope we shared.
I look forward to seeing Dr. Truman again one day in Heaven. Until then, as he used to say…
Godspeed.