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Jeremy Michael Regis was born on July 19, 1976, and passed on January 11, 2026. The heartache he leaves behind will last forever. Jeremy was 49, but he filled everyday of those years with love, laughter, and unforgettable memories.
Surviving are the people who meant everything to him, his children: Donovin, Gavin, Corvin, and Gabrielle. He was their rock, their protector, their biggest fan. He leaves behind his mother, Donna Peterson, and his father, David Regis (Nancy), who shaped him into the man he became. His fiance, Genevieve (“Genny”) Rankin, was his heart, his partner, and the love of his life. His brothers, Casey Peterson and Ronnie Anderson, and his sister, Gillian Beaudoin, will all feel his absence every single day. His nieces and nephews, Griffin, Florence, Alice, Cael, and Rhys along with aunts, uncles, cousins, and a huge circle of friends, will miss his energy and his wild, generous spirit.
Jeremy grew up in Calumet, Michigan, a place that never left his heart. He joined the United States Army and gave over 22 years of hard, dedicated service to his country. Jeremy served in Iraq and Afghanistan. He earned the Bronze Star and was proud of that chapter of his life, and we were proud of him.
Jeremy’s real legacy is the way he loved. He was the kind of man who would give you the shirt off his back no questions asked. If you needed help, he was there, even if it meant setting aside his own needs. He was always ready to do a dump run, shovel a neighbor’s driveway, or stop for a stranger on the side of the road. That’s just who he was dependable, selfless, and never too busy for someone in need.
Jeremy was more than capable. He knew how to fix and do just about everything, which meant that he did absolutely everything himself. Whether it was working on the car, the machines that he loved, or his house. He built a boiler system to heat his home, somehow that man knew how to do it all, and even if he didn’t start off knowing how to do it, he figured it out along the way. It also meant that he worked hard and had long days, but he enjoyed it.
Jeremy could also be silly, always ready with a joke or a light hearted tradition. Chinese takeout nights became “crab raccoons and General’s toes,” and if the topic of food came up, he’d stop everything to ask, “F-O-O-D or F-E-W-D?” and wouldn’t move on until someone answered. He had a way of making the ordinary feel fun.
He loved Bob “Segar” and Gordon “Lightfood” – especially the song “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.” Jeremy, Gavin and I (Nancy: Step-Mother) went to see Gordon “Lightfood” in concert after they helped me move. He was really happy to have been able to do that with Gavin.
Jeremy had a very soft side. He loved animals. He’s the person stopping on the side of the road and he did this bringing home an injured raccoon. He kept having cats show up in his garage, I told him he was the “cat whisperer,” and all the cats that needed help knew to go to his garage. He kept them all.
Jeremy, the kids and I went to Michigan this past summer, and when we left, he was really struggling with the fact that he was so far away from his family, especially as they are getting older. He and I were actively looking for a summer house up there. He wanted to be able to help his parents and spend more time with them.
Jeremy was, as so many people say, “a little sass, but we loved him for it.” He could drive you crazy, but he was also the most incredible, loyal, and loving person you could ever hope to know. He’d do anything for his kids.
Jeremy shared his birthday with his baby girl Gabbi, and it was always HER birthday. He never even mentioned that it was also his birthday. If you would remind him it’s his birthday his response was always, “No it’s Gabbi’s birthday.”
From Gabrielle: My dad, Jeremy, is the best dad I could’ve asked for. There are many memories I cherish with him, like going on adventures on a random school day driving all the way to Baltimore just to pick up a part for his tractor or driving in the mornings to go get coffee. It’s sad that I have him as only a memory now but he’s my favorite memory, a memory that will live on in my heart. I still hear him every morning getting ready for work at four blasting his podcast on full volume and baby talking to Georgia to get her to bark. It used to annoy me but now I wish I could hear him every morning. Things are not going to feel the same now that he’s gone, but I don’t want those things to change or go away. What I will miss the most is sharing our birthday. I’m gonna miss having to work out in the heat for a week to set up the pool. In time, I’m going to miss his loud music, miss seeing him working out in the yard, I’m going to miss him the most. I hate how my time knowing him was short, but I’m glad I knew him at all. He was the best dad in the world and I’d ask for him to be my dad again.
During his middle school years, once a week Jeremy took Corvin to the train tracks and spent all morning with him waiting for trains to pass. He was very protective of Corvin.
From Corvin: He was a good dad, he was a good father who took care of us. I liked when he took me to see trains and to get coffee. Accidents happen sometimes, unfortunately. I love him and miss him so much.
Jeremy made it well known how proud he was of Gavin. If youád have asked him a few years ago who his best friend was heád have told you his dad, but now, heád have said Gavin. Gavin was truly his best friend and Hero!
From Gavin: I will never forget the experiences me and my father shared, anytime he needed help or just a buddy to hangout with, I was there. I feel grateful that I had a father that was always there for me and who was willing to teach me how the world works and how to operate for myself when the time came to be on my own. Unfortunately that time came too soon, but the short time me and him had together will never be forgotten, and I will cherish these memories of him forever.
From Donovin: Some of my favorite memories with my dad, Jeremy, weren’t about what we said, they were about the quiet moments we had together. We’d drive in the Viper, just the two of us, not saying much. Sometimes he’d look over at me, and I’d know exactly what he meant, âIt’s me and you against the wind.ã That was our thing no matter what was going on, it always felt like we were a team, just the two of us taking on the world together. We even named our yellow boat “Against the Wind.” Every time we took it out, it was like we were chasing freedom, foot printing our own path, just him and me. Those rides on the road or on the water are what I’ll hold onto forever. Dad didn’t need a lot of words; He just needed those moments, and so did I. I will forever hold you in my heart because it will always be me and you against the wind Dad! I love you more than you imagined.
Jeremy was loved and will be missed always by his family and friends.
Jeremy didn’t like to be inside, he always wanted to be outside. He grew up on Lake Superior, so he always had access to boats. He had a boat of his own and told me that he could not ever NOT own a boat. He loved motorcycles, dirtbikes, side-by-sides, big machines, and cars, especially fast and powerful cars. Donovin is right, he loved to go fast. He loved to feel the power especially of his Viper. The Viper was his dream car, and when he retired, he finally got himself one. If I had to guess, the Viper, and maybe his Bobcat were his favorite possessions, and man did it make him happy that he had them. I found myself in many one-sided conversations with him about how amazing those two things were.
He always told me that he knew he wasn’t going to live to an old age – granted he never meant he wouldn’t make it past 49 – but I always believed him. He took risks. He enjoyed the thrill of it. He could be reckless, though usually in a controlled manner, because he did know what he was doing.
In a way, the way that he passed makes sense, it fits. I hate that it happened now and that we didn’t have more time, but like the way he lived his life, he died going fast.
Graveside Services will be at 1:00 pm Tuesday, February 3, 2026, at Quantico National Cemetery 18424 Joplin Rd Triangle, Virginia.
A reception will follow at 2:00 pm at-Tuesday, February 3, 2026 at Full Distance Brewing 650 Corporate Dr Stafford, VA 22554.
In lieu of flowers, please donate to your favorite charity. Online condolences may be shared at pearcefuneralhome.com
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