Bart Steven Jones — beloved son, brother, uncle, stepfather and friend – left this life peacefully in his home in Kingfisher on Wednesday, Aug. 26, 2026, at the age of 62.

He was a man of few words and a great deal of heart. The world was brighter because he was in it. It is a little dimmer now that he is gone.

Bart was born on Nov. 10, 1963, to Tom Jones and Beverly Grote Pointer.

A few years later he gained his best friend his younger brother, Eric. When his parents each married again — Tom to Myra Bohlman Jones and Beverly to Larry Pointer — Bart was blessed with two younger sisters, Chevyonne Pointer and Tenessa Jones Pinkerton.

From the beginning, he took that role seriously. He was the older brother who showed up, who taught and who stayed. He was simply the best big brother.

He graduated from Kingfisher High School with the Class of 1982 and the roots he put down in this part of the country never really left him.

El Reno, Oklahoma; Perryton, Texas, and, above all, Kingfisher were the places that felt like home.

He loved cool cars and trucks, horses, team roping and the simple cowboy way. He carried those loves into the arena and onto the highway and he passed them, with patience and a quiet kind of pride, to the younger ones coming up behind him.

From the time he could drive, Bart worked. Early jobs included APCO and the Kingfisher County Sheriff’s Department.

In time, he put his calm, steady nature and his gift behind the wheel to work and earned his CDL. He began his career as a semitruck driver at Dowell Schlumberger and went on to a long and prosperous trucking life with a number of companies.

He truly loved driving trucks.

Over the years, whether he liked the assignment or not, he was the one who taught his sisters, nieces and nephews how to handle those big old trucks — and how to respect them.

He did it with grace, with love and with an ease that made hard things look simple. More than one of us still drive the way Bart taught us.

Bart was also a man who loved well. He was a good husband and always tried to be the best stepdad that he could.

Despite not always having the perfect match, he never had an ill word and even created lifelong bonds turning into forever family no matter the circumstance. We are truly grateful for that.

He was so proud to walk his stepdaughter, Annie, down the aisle on her wedding day — a moment he always cherished. In every chapter, he showed up as a stepfather the way he showed up as a brother and an uncle: fully, quietly and without keeping score.

He was often a man of few words. He said what he meant and he meant what he said.

What he did, over and over, was make other people feel seen, heard and loved. He was there in rain or shine.

At work, among friends and at the ropings he loved, he was welcomed and well-liked. During his time at the Post Office, he was described as one of the funniest and coolest big brother/uncle figures.

Folks often commented on how much they enjoyed and will now greatly miss their chats with him at the mailbox.

People said it plainly: everybody liked Bart. He was, as so many of us put it, the coolest dude we knew — not because he tried to be, but because he never had to.

Those of us who remain carry him with us.

He is survived by his father and mother, Tom and Myra Jones of Kingfi sher; his brother Eric of Okarche, with Dakota and Peyton Jones and their children Lizzy and Marston, Abbie Jones and Cy Jones; and his sisters Chevyonne Pointer of Oklahoma City and Tenessa Pinkerton, with her husband John and their children Wyatt and Ruby and their son Wayne; Austin — Bart’s godchild — and Maelyn.

He was preceded in death by his mother, Beverly; his stepfather, Larry Pointer; his grandparents Warren and Bonnie Grote and Lois and Mae Jones; his aunt Sandy Jung; and his cousins Vic Parks and Dillon Jung.

Bart bestowed on his younger protégés — siblings, nieces and nephews and stepchildren — a love of family, of honest work, of horses, cars and trucks and of treating people right.

He was a pillar of cool for many of us and he will be so completely missed.

We do not have to make Bart larger than he was. He was already enough: a good son and brother, a patient teacher, a prize employee and a beloved colleague; a man who could sit a horse and handle a rig and still make a child feel safe.

If we want to honor him, we can do what he did. Show up. Speak plainly. Love the people in front of us. Keep a little of that cowboy ease when the road gets long.

Rest easy, Bart. The highway is quieter without you. We are grateful you were ours.

A memorial service to honor the life of Bart will be held at 2 p.m. Wednesday, Sept. 9, at Frontline Ministries officiated by pastor Debbie Burpo and TC Perkins. Cremation services were under the care of Wilson Funeral Home.