
AUGUST 12, 1954 – JUNE 23, 2025
Kenneth “KJ” Alan Joseph, a beloved father, grandfather, brother, uncle, and proud Tulalip Tribal member, passed away on June 23, 2025, at the age of 70. He left this world surrounded by the love of his family.
Born in Everett, Washington to Loretta James and Harold Eugene Joseph, KJ was the cherished baby brother in a big, loving family. His roots ran deep—descended from grandparents Lottie Mabel Sampson Henry and Leroy Henry Sr., and Eugene Joseph and Minnie Meander—his life reflected the love, resilience, and humor passed down from his ancestors.
He graduated from Marysville High School, blasting KC & The Sunshine Band and The Beatles. During those years, he journeyed to Hawaiʻi and fell in love with Aloha and he embraced a carefree “hippie life”. His siblings remember their childhood summers with great joy—riding bikes they pieced together from spare parts, swimming all day down at Coy’s dock, camping at Spee-bi-dah during the beach seining days, and laughing until their stomachs hurt.
KJ wore many hats in his life—blackjack dealer, Boeing riveter, carpenter, fisherman, gillnetter skipper, logger, and longtime Tulalip Tribes employee. He served in the Utilities Department, Maintenance Department, and on the Funeral Crew, offering care and service to his community.
He loved to carve cedar, always preferring the raw, unfinished beauty of the wood. He made bentwood boxes, rattles, furniture, and necklaces—things with meaning, made with care, and often given away. He had a green thumb—each year his garden overflowed with tomatoes, potatoes, and sometimes the tallest Mary Jane you’ve ever seen. He was a cook to remember—his frybread was sweet and golden, his chicken strips the best, his chili a comfort, and his strawberry freezer jam unforgettable. His smoked salmon was legendary.
He loved murder mysteries—Dean Koontz and James Patterson were his favorites—and could read three books in a week. And he loved his teams—the Seahawks, the Mariners, and the Sonics—with fierce loyalty. If there was a game on, you could find him watching it with his brother LeRoy, Uncle Stubby, Hanford, Gordy Hawk, or one of his many nephews.
KJ was a proud girl dad. He loved his daughters deeply, and he told them so every time he saw them. He also showed his love through the handmade gifts he adorned them with. His walls were covered with photos of his kids and grandkids—every picture ever given to him, hung with pride like a shrine. He was proud of Jessica’s accomplishments, and he carried that pride close. Chena, his oldest, lived with him and cared for him—she was his steady presence. And he loved his baby girl, Matika, in a way that will never leave her.
His daughters and grandchildren meant the world to him—Dominick, Lukas Alan, Alma Bee, and Kaya Rose. But nothing—nothing—mattered more to KJ than his grandson, “Dom”. The two were inseparable. They watched games together on weekends, talked almost every day, and stood by each other through everything. Dominick was his best friend, his joy, his steady companion—and he was with him at the very end.
He was human. He was complicated. He made mistakes. He carried pain. He also carried love—big, deep, unmistakable love for his kids and grandkids. And even when it was hard, we always knew who he was to us: our dad. Our grandpa. Our brother. Our uncle. Our stubborn, funny, story-filled, deeply loved KJ.
We like to imagine KJ now reunited with his beloved mom, Loretta; his nephews, Michael Lee and Scheiyenne Anthony; and of course, his dog, Ennit. Maybe there’s a game on. Maybe salmon on the smoker. Maybe he’s got a cedar carving in one hand and a book in the other. However it looks, we know it’s peaceful. And we know he’s home.
KJ is survived by his daughters, Chena Joseph, Jessica Joseph, and Matika Wilbur (Lino Manansala); his grandchildren, Dominick (Quinna) Joseph, Lukas Williams, Alma Bee, and Kaya Rose Manansala Wilbur; and his siblings: Marie (Gene) Zackuse, JuJu (Dolly) Joseph, LeRoy (Judy) Joseph, Karen (Cy) Fryberg, Judy (Tony) Gobin, and Carmen (John) Burke. He leaves behind a wide circle of nieces, nephews, cousins, relatives, and friends who will carry his memory forward with love.
A prayer service will be held Thursday, June 26, 2025, at the Tulalip Gathering Hall—dinner at 5pm, service at 6pm. Funeral services will follow on Friday, June 27, at 10am, also at the Tulalip Gathering Hall.
Bring your stories. Bring your laughter. Bring your love. That’s what he would’ve wanted.
A memorial service for Larry will be held on July 17, 2025 at 1:00 pm at Schaefer-Shipman Funeral Home, , with refreshments to follow. Donations in lieu of flowers to the Northwest Parkinson’s Foundation.