Rest In Peace...
WHITAKER-Larry Don, age 57, died March 18, 2006. Survived by sons, Gainor, Cynric Whitaker; sisters, Carolyn "Kat" Mays, Marva Newsome; nieces, nephews; other relatives and friends.
VIEWING Thurs. 9 a.m. - 8 p.m. FUNERAL SERVICES Fri. 1 p.m. all at Myers Chapel. Private Family Interment. MYERS FUNERAL SERVICE
Uncle Don. A good man. Married to my Aunt Cookie, my Mother's sister. The marriage didn't last long. You were always so jovial. Kind to your sons, my first cousins, my best playmates growing up as kids. The fun we had. The games we made up and added rules to as we went along. Our black Santa Claus during holidays. You'd pick us up and take us to the movies. Get the biggest tub of popcorn and eat half of it. Always laughing. Always smiling. Even when you fell ill. Still full of laughter. I feel sad that I'm not there to help your sons get through this. The way they were there when my Dad died. I can only hope that they realize that they aren't alone. Mom will be there. Aunt Cookie will be there. Even if it is unfortunate that they don't speak anymore because of bullshit. But this isn't about them. The one thing you always taught us, although the lessons were always short is to enjoy life. Work hard. Live it to the fullest. There is no tomorrow. I really love my family. Sometimes it's hard growing up. You grow apart. But please don't think for one second that the love grows apart. In life, I can only hope that I am as good a Father as you were.
I love you Uncle Don.
Goodbye.
Your nephew,
Brucie
VIEWING Thurs. 9 a.m. - 8 p.m. FUNERAL SERVICES Fri. 1 p.m. all at Myers Chapel. Private Family Interment. MYERS FUNERAL SERVICE
Uncle Don. A good man. Married to my Aunt Cookie, my Mother's sister. The marriage didn't last long. You were always so jovial. Kind to your sons, my first cousins, my best playmates growing up as kids. The fun we had. The games we made up and added rules to as we went along. Our black Santa Claus during holidays. You'd pick us up and take us to the movies. Get the biggest tub of popcorn and eat half of it. Always laughing. Always smiling. Even when you fell ill. Still full of laughter. I feel sad that I'm not there to help your sons get through this. The way they were there when my Dad died. I can only hope that they realize that they aren't alone. Mom will be there. Aunt Cookie will be there. Even if it is unfortunate that they don't speak anymore because of bullshit. But this isn't about them. The one thing you always taught us, although the lessons were always short is to enjoy life. Work hard. Live it to the fullest. There is no tomorrow. I really love my family. Sometimes it's hard growing up. You grow apart. But please don't think for one second that the love grows apart. In life, I can only hope that I am as good a Father as you were.
I love you Uncle Don.
Goodbye.
Your nephew,
Brucie
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