Donald Michael Webb

Donald Michael Webb was born at a naval hospital on January 6, 1943, at 11:39 p.m. in Jacksonville, Florida, into a family rooted in service. His father, Hillary Vernon Webb (known as “Tex”), was a Naval Lieutenant, and his mother, Sarah "Denny" Webb, served as a nurse for the American Red Cross during World War II. Together, they modeled lives of duty, honor, and discipline—and instilled in Don the values of responsibility and empathy that would guide him throughout his life.

Don graduated from Mary Carroll High School in 1962 and went on to attend Texas A&I University on a rodeo scholarship. He was a skilled and courageous competitor, winning numerous purses in steer wrestling and bull riding. College life wasn’t easy. A long-standing (and unconfirmed) family legend claims that Don and his roommates may have poached a deer or two from the King Ranch just to get by. He never fully denied it—and the story, whether true or not, showcased his grit, resourcefulness, and determination to survive.

Don came close to serving in the Vietnam War, but fate intervened—twice. First, a bull crushed his knee during a rodeo. Later, while serving as a police officer in Kingsville, Texas, he fell through a shed roof in pursuit of a suspect, reinjuring the same knee. After a second medical evaluation, Don was classified as 4F—unfit for military service. Those injuries, painful as they were, altered the course of his life in ways that only God could have orchestrated. Instead of serving in combat, Don would serve his country in another way—through justice and law enforcement.

He transitioned into federal service, beginning with U.S. Customs, and eventually attended training at Quantico, where he joined the Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) during its formative years. Don quickly rose through the ranks—not only as an agent, but as a teacher, leader, and architect of the agency’s early training and operational procedures. Many of the protocols he helped develop are still in use today.

In time, Don was appointed Resident Agent in Charge (RAC) for all of Oklahoma and parts of North Texas, based at the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City. On April 19, 1995, that building was bombed in a horrific act of domestic terrorism. Don was not in the office that morning—he was hosting a fundraising golf tournament in Shawnee—but five of his agents and staff were killed. The weight of that loss never left him. Yet even in grief, he led. Under his direction, new national security directives were developed to protect federal buildings and personnel—measures that remain in place to this day.

Don Webb was a man of quiet faith and unwavering principle. His agents called him “Boss” with respect and affection. He led with steadiness, fairness, and compassion. He cared deeply—not only about his agents, but about their families, their futures, and the people they were sworn to protect.

His life reflected the biblical call in Romans 13:1–4:

“For he is God's servant for your good... he does not bear the sword in vain. For he is the servant of God, an avenger who carries out God’s wrath on the wrongdoer.”

Don bore the badge—and the responsibility behind it—not in vain, but with reverence. He was a servant of justice, an instrument of peace, and a protector of the innocent. He upheld the law not for power, but for purpose. In every role—from street cop to federal leader—he understood that his authority was a sacred trust, and he wielded it with humility and conviction.

Beyond his professional life, Don lived richly and generously. He was a true cowboy, a fierce golfer, and a man deeply in love with his wife, Sue. Together, they built a ranch in Konawa and developed multiple hospice facilities across Oklahoma. Through hard work and partnership, they built a life filled with integrity, humor, and love.

Though Don never had biological children of his own, when he married Sue, he became a father and grandfather by heart. Keith, Russell, Kenny, Kimberly, and Michael—all took his last name, Webb, as did grandchildren Katlyn and David. That decision speaks volumes about the kind of man Don was.

He is also survived by granddaughters Isabel Webb and Eva Webb, grandson Caden Duiguid, and great-granddaughters Cali Beddo and Josie Beddo. To all of them, Don was a hero, mentor, counselor, friend, and golf coach. Through the strength of his love and affection for him, he was Dad, Grandpa, and Great-Grandpa.

They sought his advice, leaned on his wisdom, and cried on his shoulder. They laughed with him—his unmistakable, infectious laugh could fill a room and light up a heart. His impact on their lives, and the lives of his friends and colleagues, is immeasurable. He loved fiercely and gave generously. His legacy stretches far beyond his family—to a grateful nation and the agents and officers still carrying forward the mission of security and service he helped define.

Don had four siblings: Hillard (Tacky), Karen Kay, Wayne, and Stanley. Today, he reunites with Tacky and Stanley in peace and is survived by Wayne and Karen—each of them proud Texans.

We thank our Heavenly Father for the man he was, the life he lived, and the legacy he leaves behind.

Donald Michael Webb rests in peace after a life of service, commitment, and protection for others.

Following the service, there will be an open tribute time for those who wish to share a story, memory, or word of thanks in Don’s honor. All are welcome to speak.