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Oh yes. Is this mic still on?

Of course it is. Many have now realized that the Lakewood Church in Houston is having lots of company in which those whom are still in need of shelter, clothing, food and many other needs that those are displaced. And Houston, I must say again that many are us in prayer that you will recover and revive your community. And yes many of us don’t know jack about what you’re going through with the flooding from the Hurricane but just assure that many of us got your back with donations, support, inspriration, and many other needs. So yes Houston, we got you.

Now again, it’s time to go back to the thing of hating on the cloth. Pastors. Lots of us already know that the Lakewood Church in Houston, the same church that many of you critics hammered on that wouldn’t open up. And having some claims that it wasn’t flooded. Yeah that one. The same one that opened up and did what they had to do and many folks (non-believers and believers) had to still comment about Osteen not doing it sooner. Look, I don’t know how Lakewood Church operates, and neither do you or I. They don’t operate like the smaller churches like our grandparents and great grandparents went to years ago before many of us were born. Again, WE DON’T KNOW SH*T! We don’t. Stop playing.

I want everyone to view this video clip from Facebook. This minister, Chad E. Brown had a whole lot to say in regarding churches, the concerns, and what many are not saying after the bashing of Joel Osteen. Again, I’m not a fan of his work. But I’m a fair minded person that has to give the other side a chance to respond.

 

Did you hear what he had to say? I’m asking again: did you HEAR what he said? Don’t act like you know. Oh, the phrase he used the words: “Stupid People!” And personally, I don’t blame him. It’s the actions and reactions. The same stuff many that commented on. Oh yes, many of you got guilt written all because of this man’s stance with his church being all closed up. No I am not defending him. What I am defending is something that many of you NEVER commented on: Safety. The first thing you wake up in the morning: Safety. The next thing you do when going to work or school: Safety. The next thing when you take your breaks/lunch or whatever: SAFETY, and BEFORE you go to bed and set your alarm: SAFETY! Now if the idea of Osteen’s church opened up when all the floors were wet in all the folks he would let in would be at risk. Ok, so Osteen said that he could have been more aware ahead of time. He could have. He could have done that idea.

In the winter of 2014 there was an email blast put out on our lists, in regarding severe weather. This was a wind chill weather factor that happened in Wisconsin and at the time, the Wisconsin Conference of the United Methodist Church sent us this message:

Weather Precautions Advised; Shelters May Be Needed
Wisconsin needs to be ready for a dangerous blast of arctic air that will be moving into the state on Sunday and persisting through Tuesday. Meteorologists are predicting lows Sunday night of -10 to -25 with wind chills at -40 or lower. Monday, highs will reach only -5 to -15 with wind chills remaining in the -30 to -40 range.

Church leaders, please take a few moments to read over some health and safety tips from the State of Wisconsin here and here. Some churches may be asked to provide shelter to those who may be facing problems during this bout of very severe and dangerous weather. Your local news station will have the most current information on conditions in your area.

In addition, the Sun Prairie Conference Center will be closed on Monday.

This message, again came from the headquarters of the Wisconsin United Methodist Churches in Sun Prairie ahead of the Wind Chill on a Friday BEFORE the weather happened in January of 2014. And yes I remember putting this same message out on Facebook to inform my audience about that yes, some churches were available to be open for those whom want to keep warm and etc. WE WERE WELL INFORMED! And of course there are those who will complain and piss about Churches in general being negative after you survived  4 to 8 years without providing YOUR ideas to the table or to the Pastor. HELLO! No wonder we got some weak minded folks who just left with doing nothing. Oh yes, I’m not talking about those who actually are trying. I’m talking about those who gave up and complain! In my “Church Experience” of 27 years as of this year of 2017, I went through the ups and downs and been criticized in all, BUT I AM STILL THERE doing my part! Now I’m an officer and have a head position of Social Media under the Communications and doing what I like every week. I have been call out for Tweeting in church like every week, but I still do it anyway every time! And I’ve been a employee of the church since 2007 for 10 YEARS! And in the 10 years, I didn’t just work, but I also participated in meetings, took notes, went on field trips for note taking for administrative needs. So yes, I’m doing my part instead of moaning and groaning for doing nothing!

But like the pastor said in the video that he (Pastor Joel Osteen) had a family to look after first to make sure that they are ok. No matter what happens: FAMILY ALWAYS COMES FIRST! Period. No matter what religion or being mixed up with the consciousness being all free thinking and yes you will have the folks will say the mess that you would not believe. I KNOW. And here’s the thing, it’s not just those outside of the church, but also in the church too. Whereas not just on SOCIAL MEDIA, but also away from social media. And not just on the job, but also outside of the work of those long hours for that one paycheck! Somebody say amen! And I don’t care if you went to the same Schools, Colleges, joined up a fraternity, sorority or whatever. There are those who will say whatever in a negative sense no matter what group or organization you belong too. Of course there are those whom are going to say, “Oh you know it’s freedom of speech! It’s the truth, duh!” However, you need to watch your words. That tongue thing is mighty wicked at times.

Now I’ll know that many of you got booted off of someone’s Facebook timeline or lists all because of someone’s wicked feelings about a certain pastor or a certain time when the church was really popping but popping out of order. You left. You posted your feelings of hate and guilt towards others whom probably are still members  who have the faith and beliefs. And also the others gain the defense of the beliefs. They get ticked off and you make the move to remove them all because they follow the likes of Creflo Dollar, Joyce Meyer,  or Jimmy Swaggart. REALLY?! You had those “good folks”,  on your contacts but you let them go all because of a certain pastor or bishop or evangelist they follow or gain support. Maybe you should have been booted off the Island! I think I know the reason why. Your mind and words say one thing, but your eyes says something else. And that something else is fear. Be honest.

When I was a youth member at the New St. James Community Church UMC (or St. James United Methodist Church) in Milwaukee, we were passing around flyers in the neighborhood of 24th and Keefe for an upcoming summer program. We did all the houses back then and of course some of the neighbors at the time were yelling and nearly cussing at us youth folks all because of informing the neighborhood about the church’s program. This was in the late 80’s or early 90’s. And again I was a youth member. I do remember telling my mother about the incident and it was discussed. Look we were in our youth teen days back then and I wasn’t as defensive minded then. Now I am. What I’m getting at is this, fear and misunderstanding can be a mess. And many folks know it. Even you know it from being messed with on Social Media. I don’t blame the technology set up of Social Media of people’s problems. That rests on the folks who use it in a negative fashion! Just like a credit card. Or the Telephone. And for you hyper consciousness folks even you also can use your tongues of pride in a negative sense too!

I dare someone say that on Facebook. Go ahead. Some will agree, some won’t. But when it comes to these knowledgeable things per se, that will change. And I know that many don’t want to hear it. BUT THEY KNOW IS SO TRUE! Just like when many say, “Oh Joel Osteen should have opened his doors.” False narrative! The truth: he didn’t have the doors closed. Plus also the blame could be put on the City of Houston for not giving that distinct order to get the ball rolling for this. So point the fingers on that.

I did a scenario on Facebook about buildings being inaccessible. And insurance plus liability. And when I was doing the example, it brought me back to the days of my Industrial Management Distance Education Homework Assignments of UW-Stout.  And I shared that same experience of Homework with my Church because there some concerns of Safety Clearances that had to be cleared up from my lessons in the classroom. Many you so-called church experts who lambasted on Facebook need to check yourselves. Go to school and learn Occupational Safety. And even if the building had wet floors, that too can be a health concern hazard. Why? When water seeps into buildings or homes, it’s dirty. We don’t know what might be in that water that made it murky. But after all that water would get pumped out, it leaves behind mold and dirty on the floor, the walls and yes carpets! The smell of that will be harmful and yes THAT is a health risk! And you want the folks to go into the church with that going on? When Pastor Osteen said something about safety concerns, THIS came to mind! Hate the notion all you want but the thing is the building should have been check out before anyone or anybody should have walked in! Church folks: have some of your members take these Occupational Safety classes or workshops at your colleges or universities. I want to suggest this!

Folks: ministers are regular people. We may think we have them to fight all the mess by themselves, but it’s more than just them fighting the system. It takes a team effort to do it. And plus I knew PASTORS (even though it’s United Methodists) that had been bullied, attacked all because of their stance of ministry. And usually the most came from the former members. And some non-members too! And District Superintendents who oversees circuit ministries. I kid you not! And sometimes Bishops don’t even care also at times.

I felt a need to say this more because, coming from a person who has a sibling that went though ministry: I get it. And no I’m not a pastor. And I get what the minister said on the video because in some instances I get what he’s saying also.

Again: if you haven’t done so, donate and pray for Houston. Even if you don’t have family there but hey do it anyway.

 

 

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Here is the final part of my experience of losing my father in “Losing Dad.”

The week of March 5th was indeed approaching. And with the coming days of the funeral, it was going to get tough to declare my father heaven bound.

Most of that was of me looking at movies like Higher Learning when Malik (played by Omar Epps) and Professor Phibbs (played by Laurence Fishburne) were talking about the recent shooting on campus, and Malik perservered throughout the madness. Nearly at the end of the conversation, Professor shouted, MALIK! And quoted this from a famous African American: “Without struggle there can be no longer progress.” And Malik responded, “Frederick Douglass.” Final word from the Professor: “Right.” Later on the scene of Any Given Sunday when the coach talked about the inches pep talk. But most of that was gearing towards Rocky V when Rocky himself visited Mick’s old gym and hearing him and Mick going over the boxing moves before the title fight. Mick’s advice (played by Burgess Meredith whom was Penguin from the old Batman Shows) telling Rocky about being prepared for the fight, and his words of when we losing our friends and family members, and Mick didn’t have a reason to go on. But when he looked at Rocky, he had a reason to move forward. It was a scene I played about three times and getting a “wave of emotion” dealing with the loss of Dad. That felt real. And it has.

March 9th, 2017 was the hurdle of that. Before many of the public was open to the viewing of Dad at the Williamson Funeral Home, myself along with my mother and Aunt had our private moment. It was very sad. Seeing my 69 year old father lying in the casket. Heartbreaking. Tough. No matter what you call it, it wasn’t felt right at all. I said that day that I got his back. And plus he still inspires me. He helped me out, my sister out, he served this country and many others. I said, “thank you, Dad. THANK YOU!” Too bad my sister couldn’t make it to the visitation due to her health concerns, but being the representative that I am, I had to pinch hit. Dad was decorated well. Including the suit he wore along with him being in the silver diplomatic casket with the Stars and Stripes of the flag being displayed. The flowers with the themed red, white, and blue were on each side with the US Army Flag in the background. The American Flag was draped slightly towards the right by not touching the floor. After we had our moment, our guests and family members visited us as they offered condolences and sympathies. We also had guests from his old high school of North Division to come out to visit us. Old neighbors, friends, my pastor, relatives on both sides to come for a visit. Even current and former members of my church, my mother’s Alumni and Sorority came along. They came to show the support of us.

Later on in the visit, my pastor asked for prayer, and then I was given a chance to speak on my Dad’s behalf. I address the family and guests as a way to kick off the sharing of the memories. Most of the references that I summarized was from the funeral bulletin in which I highlighted the graduations, special events, and others. It was called “Final Salute to my Father.” Even also he matched my church salary in which to him to help me out to support. Even about if the Packers played, being the victors or losers. And the lasting thing I summarized the statement as a “Veteran’s Son” in which I am. I said to my family that he, was the last one. But I also said to my 1st Cousins espeicially that we have to step up. It’s our turn now. We have to be there for our children. If we don’t tell the stories, then who will? After that, I thanked the guests coming out and thakning them for their support.

Other neighbors and friends summarized my father in similar ways after I spoke. And the end of that, and exiting out of the funeral, I told my father that “I’ll see you tomorrow” with tapping the casket.

Then came the day. March 10th, 2017. This was the day of my father’s funeral. Hard to swallow on this. When my family arrived at the church, we had to set up some pictures and a portrait of him when he was in the military. Also displayed a booklet of some of his best projects he done over the years. We had a short visitation when the guests were coming in as well as my cousins and aunts from my Dad’s side came in to greet my mother and I. My former pastor, a Vietnam Veteran himself came along with his wife for support. Before the last 10 minutes were up, my mother got emotional knowing that this was the last time we see Dad. And as we approached the casket for the last time at the church, we said our goodbyes, our thank yous,  and I promised to make sure that my mother and sister will be safe. And I have his back. My final promise to him is my solemn vow that I had to be that next person to support.

As the service continued, there had been many references that were summarized. A representative from the North Shore Post Office, was the first to speak and remininced about my father’s work, involvement with food drives, his relationship among workers, and of course his Corvette. My former pastor talked about his viewpoint in terms of war stories, and similar issues dealing with knee problems! My younger cousin (a millennial mind you) was the next to summarize our family and the sympathies to support. Finally my Aunt had to pitch in for my sister, but the poem she read, was titled: “My Daddy”.

My Daddy
I sit and look back to how far I can remember,
And you are always there next to me.
Each and Everyday you were helping me to grow up,
And making me be the best that I can be.

Your love was forever strong,
Your cuddles forever tight.
Everyday since I was born,
Your love was always in sight.

I will always be your Baby Girl,
And you will always be My Daddy.
I know I will always be the luckiest,
To have the best Dad any girl could have had.

My Daddy I love you with all my heart,
Much more than I could ever say.
You are my world, my everything,
Each and Everyday.
Written by Ranja Kujala July, 2009

The similarity with the poem, also resonates the feeling that my sister got word of losing Dad. We know the connections between Fathers and Daughters are inseparable. Very different from my father and son talks. No matter the pain or feeling, it was all around. And love for my father was deeply felt.

The eulogy of my father talked about forgiveness, love for one another, and a subject called “unfinished business.” The pastor highlighted the room that he saw my father that featured his easel of an oil drawing from 1991, and of course his video collections on the wall with a Wide Screen TV (BIG) in the center. The pastor also commented about a staircase, in which his spirit and Jesus would meet. At the end of the service, we gathered our things as we exited the church. But here was the shocker. When we were in the line to leave, we saw more folks packing the church as if it was like, how this happened?! First it was small, then it was large. And yes, there were members of the clergy mostly ministers who knew my Dad came out for the support. Talk about leaving a mark.

We headed to the limos and made a hour trek to the cemetery in Union Grove, Wisconsin. As we gathered in the area to meet up, we were greeted by the cemetery staff and leaders to go over my Dad’s gravemarker, featuring quotes and a symbol of the United Methodist Church. Then after we (my mother and I) went over the committal portion to summarize how it will go in the almost 6 minute session. From the music of the Army Song, the honor guard saluting the casket on both sides, the Marine Veterans on the outside in formation of the 21 gun salute and the Folding of the flag. Plus the bullets and coin were handed to my mother.

For The Committal portion, review the entire video below courtesy of my recording.

 

I had to say that the Committal was the highlight of my Dad’s service. This made me realize I am even more proud to be a Veteran’s Son! Being a Veteran’s Son is not some made up badge overnight. It’s a way of life to actively say that I salute his service, and will continue to tell the stories that will live on in me. It’s not just a catch-phrase, that is a promise! Nevermind all the negative hoopla about war, viewpoints and politics. Even bold consciousness. I’m proud of the fact that my father did that by serving. I respect him for that and yes there will  be more my Veteran support in my house! No I didn’t serve, (don’t hate me on that), but I’m just darn proud that his decorated standard was just that: Good! Mostly with family members that had indeed served! Yes, my father served in an unpopular war in Vietnam, and mentioning to my mother way back that when we came back home to the States, he said “that the world turned dark.” I remember him saying that there was no recognition for Vietnam Vets like him that never got the welcome thing like the military has now. Of course NOW, they are getting their respect years later. But why not then! One of job duties was a Helicopter Gunner, and one of his accommodations was the Bronze Star Medal.

As the service ended, we exited the chapel with the honor guards saluting us. Plus one of the Marine Veterans whom did the 21 gun salute, greeted my mother and I. Even though the Marine Veteran didn’t knew my father, he commented that “It was an honor for me to this.” That was real talk. Even though, he was an older caucasian man, but he did that for a black Vietnam Veteran that was honored for his service as a SP5. On the way back to the church for the repast, I had to put on my music on my cell phone. I chose the music to play of “Nighshift” by The Commordores in which was one of my Dad’s favorites.  Another was “I’ll Be Rested” by Mavis Staples, and plus a Nina Simone favorite, of “I Shall Be Released.” That song of course was a highlight favorite from watching Scandal.

The Lessons and Aftermath

In the later days, we still had our ups and downs, some things have become a little harder with now the three of us running the show. And I’m the man of the house now. But knowing the supporting cast has been uplfifted, and new standards have been updated with new accountabilty. Make no mistake, my family, my McClinton Family is still alive. We are still here. And yes that even though that our 10 members that are no longer here, wtih my father being the last one, we (the next era in the family) must do is what I said to my mother: we have to stay in the fight. And like in scripture: So it was written. So it shall be done.

Were holding on and still in the struggle.


For the last three and a half weeks, it’s been a nightmare shocking whirlwind of the death of my father. For the first time here on WordPress, I’m going to summarize the feeling that I experienced losing Dad. This post will be in three parts.

The last time I saw my father alive was Sunday, February 19th, 2017. He was last looking at a picture album full of past funeral bulletins in the last decade or so. As my father was looking at the book and summarizing the funreal programs of my Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles (his parents and siblings) he realized to my mother that he was the last one. The last of the 10. My Dad was the youngest of the five brothers, my uncles. His last visit to my sister’s house in Milwaukee, was February 21st, 2017. He told my mother that he had to go to the store, and then home. He also told my sister that he was prepared to leave. That was the last time collectively within those two days we saw him alive.

A couple days later, my sister had to be admitted to the hospital for her health needs. And all day my mother had been calling Dad. Finding out where he was in all. No answer. Same day, no Answer.When Thursday came, I was going to my Aunt’s house to take over a recipe for a Black History Month Event at a Milwaukee Elementary School. It was a Thursday night watching Scandal and getting prepared. After a middle of that, I received a call from my mother to see how things are going.She also advised me to go over to the house to check in on Dad to see how he was doing. Plus again, no answer. So after I left my Aunt’s house I headed over my parents house. First I called into the house. No answer. Then I walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. Nothing.Then I checked the mailbox and it was full. That was odd to me because it’s not like my father to keep the mailbox this full. He usually takes in the mail and sorts it for myself, my sister and mother. Then I went around to the backdoor to try to gain access to the door. One vital factor,I needed the keys to get in. I had to return to my sister’s house to get the keys in my backpack. Then while I was there, I dropped off the cornbread and called the house to see if my father would pick up. I left a voicemail message to see if he would answer it. No avail. And I told myself that “if he doesn’t answer in the next fifteen minutes, I’m going over there.” So I got back in my mother’s minivan and returned to my parents house. Having a feeling of being scared I went inside just to see what’s been going on. I accessed the backdoor to get into the house yet again. While looking around I had my mother on the cell checking in. I looked upstairs to see if was there. Nothing. Along the way in the living room and nothing but his brown hoodie on the couch next to his Vietnam Veteran Flag. But then, I went downstairs to the basement, where his Entertainment Room was full of movies and CD’s, plus a table, an easel drawing from 1991. And my father was on the floor. I told my mother, “Mom, Dad’s on the floor!” And she asked “what do you mean he’s on the floor?” I called out to Dad to wake him up. Even I shook him a bit to wake him up. I checked his pulse on his neck and wrist. No pulse. Nothing. Then I told Mom that he was not responding.  I called 911 to have the parimedics to come, and while they were arriving I turned him over to have him face up, then did the CPR compressions to try to revive him. His head was slightly bloodied appeared he hit his head hard. And his Right Arm was bloodied with his blood tissue sticking out.  (Warning Graphic Words) When the Parimedics came, they took over and asked the questions. Moments later my mother called to see if we’re there any results, but the bad news that my father who gave me his name….had been dead for two days. I was shocked and numb! And sad. My mother and sister: Sad. Grieving. I was in disbelief. MY OWN FATHER!!! My 69 year old father, died. I was just absolutely shocked sad and numb all around. Later on , the Milwaukee Police Department came over to investigate the basement where he died. And between the police and the Parimedics, I had to answer the tough questions like: “When was the last time you talked with him?” My mind kept thinking back to Sunday, February 19th for a reason. In which that was the final time I saw him alive. Another question: “What kind of medications was he taking? He was taking his medications to upkeep his health, including his blood sugar to see how he was doing in which at the time was his focus. “Was he a smoker? At the time, Dad quit smoking in October 2009 after a major colon surgery. Which he lived to talked about it. And other Health conditions in all. With all that going on, I had to take control of the situation. I didn’t panic, nor freak out. I maintained my composure, answered the many questions as possible and they were impressed. I told them about the work history of what my father did from Allis Chalmers, Pfister and Vogel Tannery, the VA Medical Center and the US Postal Service. Plus I mentioned his military service with the US Army and served during the Vietnam War. I also described an attire that he wore the most of his dark blue shirts, blue jeans & shoes. He usually dressed like that in order to do work around the house, or other houses if needed.

My relatives mostly my cousins, aunt’s and uncles, all came over. Plus for a stint, it was dead silence. And the thunderstorm was brewing above with hailstones early Friday Morning. Later, my pastor and his wife came over to check out the situation. After many was assembled we all had prayer. I started to say that “you know me since the beginning. You know what I’m about”. After the prayer, I was given the honors to cover up my Dad with a yellow sheet. But before I did that, I uttered the words “you empowered me sir. You Empowered me!” And I made another vow “I got your back.” After I covered him up, I went back upstairs with the family by shutting the doors. Plus there were others from the Milwaukee County Coroner’s office wanted additional info to provide in all. Moments later, my pastor and one of my older cousins wanted to see Dad. I took them downstairs to the room, uncovered the sheet and at the moment, my pastor have given a prayer at the spot. He wanted to see him, and he did. Not a good look for my cousin’s reaction with grief. After that, we went back upstairs with me covering up the sheet and closing the door. Much later, I felt I needed to take a break, and sat in my Dad’s bedroom. Then, my mother came in the house, sobbing. And she called out my name when I was upstairs. I went to her immediately and hugged her tight. She thanked me for coming over knowing that I had felt scared of what happened to Dad. She was relieved of that part. Later on she wanted to go downstairs to see Dad. Along the way, she saw his last meal of greens and Barbecue Porkchops. As myself, my mother and uncle went downstairs, I opened the doors and the three of us hugged each other tightly while grieving. All she saw was him covered up except his foot. And after that, I closed the doors to his Entertainment room. Much later, here come the Undertakers. The representatives from a local Funeral Home stopped by to get Dad out of the room and with him covered. They got him and took him away to do further summarizations of his death and what lead to it.

After that, I looked to the heavens and told my late grandparents, aunts and uncles that “S.T. is home.” Meaning that he was on his way to be with them. S.T. was my Dad’s nickname growing up.

Many of us had our hugs, but I had many of them the most. After all that, this was the most hard beginnings I began to endure.

Part two of “Losing Dad” will continue featuring the hard facebook post, and preparations for his funeral.


 

 

Folks: I haven’t been on the blogs as of much. A primary reason because of a extreme matter that took place. My father recently passed on at 69 years old in Milwaukee, and like many in my family, we are saddened and shocked by his death. How did I felt really? This my statement via my Facebook page from February 24th, 2017:

I have breaking news to share. And I don’t know if I have the bravery to say this but I’ll manage. Folks, I am shocked and numb now to say that my Father, whom I’m named after,  is now passed. Us in the family are taking this hard that this has occurred. Literally I know that when I hear folks passing away yes I feel this sympathy to be close. I also have this option to say to those that yes is to learn the lessons to move forward. Now it’s time for myself and my sister, to learn the lessons that my father taught us. For those of you that lost Fathers, I will listen to you. I will learn what you went through in order for me, my sister and most definitely my mother will take to move forward. My father was the last of his McClinton family bunch to pass on. And knowing my family will feel it knowing he’s in a better place.  One thing for I know, Dad didn’t play. He was a straight shooter all the way and knowing yes was fair. There been many times that for financial reasons whether my sister or I had little money on hand or no money on hand:  he was there. For moral support, he was there. He was there for my church (the same church that he was a member since 1969), things to fix around the house all the time. He was known to have a Corvette for alot of years, even a Honda V45 Manga Motorcycle, a Ford Truck, and a Cadillac Escalade. He also was known for his art talent of old school portraits, woodworking, at one time, playing a guitar, and of course gadgets and CPU’s  – in which I got him interested. But mostly: he was known for being a Veteran of the Armed Forces. Served in the US Army between 1966-1968 before the tet offensive in Vietnam. Married to my mother since 1969 and again raised me and older sister. Plus he was an Alumni of the Milwaukee Public Schools. He went to Lee Elementary School, Roosevelt Middle School, and a true Blue Devil out of North Division High School “when it was real”, as he stated. And the jobs: Allis Chalmers, Pfister and Vogel Tannery, VA Medical Center and mostly the US Postal Service for his work for 27 years of service.
Yes I am sad, shocked and numb right now. And the pinch ain’t good. I will do my best to make sure that his memory as he stated last year: Leaving a mark. In which he did. My father Empowered (and I mean EMPOWERED) me to be the best of I do. Same with my sister. No question.  I’ll be in and out of Social Media as this long process of setting up my Dad’s Service of life. That is all. Send condolences to my family at this time if you wish.
Thank you.
At this time, I’ll be on a short hiatus with the planning of my Father’s funeral. Meanwhile, we ask for prayers and support in the hour of bereavement.