Loving LaMar

It’s been a year since I last looked into your your loving eyes. I want to believe you knew it was me, but not entirely sure. Seems like it was just last week.

Your touch, your smell, your voice tone all rings clear. Sadly though, I realize that soon I will forget exactly what you sounded like, what you felt like and smelled like.. the sound of your laughter will be a vague memory compared to what it actually was.

Brian’s recollection of events will vary from those Marcus and Phil pull up. Traci, who had her own sweetie peetie relationship as the only girl, will draw from experiences the boys could only dream of.

Mom. Wow mom had 40+ years, through basically her entire adult life growing, learning and being loved by Dad, LaMar as she’d call you especially on Christmas morning as she presented you with gifts. It was her way of saying yes I’m grateful you’re Dad but I’m honoring you as my husband.

Because you were both. And I aspire to be that some day. You never gave up on me and gifted me with something that won’t ever fade away. The appreciation and understanding of above all else what it means to be a man of God and gain access to, via a lord a savior Jesus Christ.

Not being perfect, but; patient, kind, loving, forgiving, honest and gracious.

Your legacy - teachings by instruction and example will live on though me as with my siblings, and their offspring and hundreds if not thousands of others.

“Precious in the eyes of the lord is the death of his saints.”

“The day of death is better than the day of birth”

I shed tears of joy for the blessing of a loving yet strict father who ushered us into the Lord’s presence every chance he got and continually surrounded us with a supportive community.

You kept your eye on eternity, for yourself, your family, your friends, your neighbors, and even strangers.

Thank you, Dad