I could probably say that Gary Houseman was one of the first people I met when I moved to Tennessee. In fact, my family kind of met him before I even moved here.
Once I was accepted to MTSU, it was time to find a place to live. My dad, being a Domino’s Pizza franchisee, called Gary up to ask him about good places to move his 18 year daughter. After all, who knows more about the area than a pizza delivery company. Within a few days, we received a package full of house and apartment brochures in the mail. That’s the kind of person Gary was, and the kind of company that he ran.
It was only natural when I moved to Tennessee that I go to work for Domino’s. I never realized the affect that walking in to that Domino’s and putting in an application would have on my life. We stopped by the Domino’s office, while we were in town looking for houses. Gary sat with my family for at least an hour talking about Domino’s and living in Tennessee. He was a complete stranger, who welcomed us in to his office as if we were old friends.
The next twelve years would hold endless memories of a great company and a great boss. I don’t know that I ever saw Gary, without a smile on his face. And I never saw him, without being asked how I was doing, and how my family was. Middle Tennessee Pizza wasn’t just a company, it was a family. And I was lucky enough to be a part of it.
When my father passed away, Gary was one of the first to ask if my mom needed any help with my dad’s stores. That’s the kind of man he was.
I really can’t put in to words, how much it meant to me that his family took me in as one of their own, when I was so far away from my own family. And I could tell story after story of the great memories I have of Gary, but there really aren’t enough hours in the day.
Gary was a kind and generous man, who always treated his employees like family, rather than just someone who worked for him. His generosity was endless. He helped pay for my some of my fathers funeral, took us on company trips, and always gave to his employees.
I will never forget him pulling up to work in his little red Starlet, or the countless Christmas dinners he hosted at his home, or the manager trips he took us on to Tunica, Gatlinburg, Orlando, and middle of nowhere Georgia.
Even after Gary was diagnosed with cancer, every time I saw him, he still had that bright smile on his face. The world lost a great man, when Gary passed away this weekend, but knowing that he isn’t suffering anymore brings a little bit of peace.
I recently quit Domino’s, and leaving was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I will always love the people there and will always consider them family. My heart breaks for Pat & Wendy, and everyone else at MTPI.
Rest in Peace, Gary. You will be greatly missed by everyone who knew you. I was blessed the day you came in to my life. You really have no idea what working for you did for me.
All I ask if that you do me a favor, tell my dad that I say hi.
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