Our Dad, The embodiment of a hard rigorous life matted

with positivity. His art of MacGyvering anything reflected past

struggles, resourcefulness, and optimism. Calloused hands manifested days of picking cotton, tobacco, fruit, vegetables, repairing his truck, his home, his boat, building an extension to the church, laying brick, and a Philadelphia water

department mechanic Still warm enough to hold an umbrella over his

wife and 4 children. Distilling the joy of his life, was living well through

his children, and grandchildren's success. His sweat lubricated a life of tough love, vacations, weekend trips, more importantly what

it was to be a man. From the era named 'greatest generation' ever though he did not say "I love you" often, he

showed it in every way.

We cry for you our dearest dad our silent pillar. Thank you for the generosity of allowing us live a

good life with you.

You will be missed tremendously. Cheers to the reunion with your father whom you held in such high esteem, your mother whom you

loved dearly, as well as your siblings.

So long dad until we meet again......