Irwin L “Hoppy” Hopson
Irwin L “Hopp
y” Hopson, 73, passed away suddenly at his Houston, Texas home on Saturday, December 12th after a long battle with heart ailments. “Hoppy” was a retiree of Rohm and Hass, worked as a private consultant and finished his career as a Project Director of Security for The Johnson Space Center and White Sands Missile Range. He was preceded in death by his parents, Robert and Minnie Porter Hopson and his sister, Brenda Sue Hopson Ruh. He is survived by his wife, Patricia Hopson, of Houston, TX, his brother Glenn Hopson of Knoxville, TN, his sons, Scott Hopson and Chris Hopson of Knoxville, Adam Hopson and Jesse Hopson of Houston and San Antonio, TX respectively. His grandchildren Drew and Devin Hopson, Blake Wallin all of Knoxville and Ilah Hopson of Houston and Baylor Hopson of San Antonio and many nieces and nephews. Receiving of friends and service will be at Crowder Funeral Home in Webster, TX, 111 East Medical Center Blvd, on Wednesday at 10am with a Ceremony at 11am. A memorial service will be in Knoxville, TN on Sunday, December 20th at Ebenezer United Methodist Church at 5pm with receiving of friends preceding the service from 3pm-5pm. In lieu of flowers, the family ask for donations to be made to The American Heart Association.
I am so sad to see our friend Hoppy pass. He was one of my closest friends and I will miss him. He was a wonderful person and a great story teller. Rest in Peace my friend. My prayers are with Pat and the family. Love to all,
Hoppy was a great man and a great friend. He will be missed by all.
We are saddened to hear of Hoppy’s passing. Our thoughts and prayers are with you Pat. Wish we could be there but know we are thinking of you during this difficult time. I know you have lots of friends there by your side. He was a great man. Love you, Pandora and Doug.
I was very sad to hear of Hoppy’s passing. I enjoyed working with him. You both made a lovely couple. My thoughts and prayers are with you Pat.
I miss his laughter, his face_his crooked smile_ the sound of his voice, sitting every morning in the same chair, watching football, and telling me what to do. I miss the man and I will miss him until I take my last breath on earth.