Jaron Michael Hall
On earth - June 12, 1988
In heaven - February 20, 2007
How to put your child’s life into words..…Jaron was a special gift to his family. He leaves behind a loving mother, father, brother, grandparents and more recently a nephew who was brought into this world a month before his accident, whom he never met because his brother Jason lives out of state.
As a child Jaron was always full speed ahead, with a wide grin and mischievous glistening in his eyes. He loved the outdoors, climbing anything, cub scouts and also served as an altar boy in our church. He was also a self-proclaimed expert on the Ninja Turtles and Power Rangers. He loved to ride horses, and was so proud when he learned to climb mountains on horseback without falling off. He liked to hike in the mountains to find the perfect rock to bring home for his collection. Jaron loved animals, of any shape and size, and is missed by his dog, Little Bit, but is now playing in heaven with Susie, his childhood pet and playmate.
As Jaron grew older he took an interest in JROTC where he was the battalion commander, and we all saw our shy Jaron turn into the budding leader that he had become. He also ran track, where his JROTC instructor was his coach.
Although his time here was short, it was good. Jaron had recently graduated from high school and had intentions of pursuing a career in the military or in healthcare. He spent his Sundays in church with his youth group, where he spent his time making the younger children feel important which is something that always brought joy to his heart. Although his passing was sudden and unexpected, we are happy that he was spiritually sound at an age where many are not.
As we sit in remembrance of our son, brother and friend, it is hard to put into words what we feel, but one thing above all others comes to mind. Jaron was one of the most sympathetic and caring souls that any of us knew. He was a loyal friend and listener for those who had no one to listen, and an advocate for those who had no one to stand for them. In that light, we are all very proud that he was able to give the gift of sight to someone, as this would have made him happy. We all miss him and look forward to the days when we’ll see each other again. He leaves us as he came – one of God’s angels.
Shirley Cowart Hall
Shirley Cowart Hall was born January 3, 1947 in High Point, NC. She married Tommy Hall on May 6, 1966. They have four children and eight grandchildren. She was a wonderful person, always willing to help in any way she could. She loved to quilt. She was a member of a quilters group at Old Union United Methodist Church in Sophia where she was a faithful member. She directed a special singing choir at the church called the S & D Singers. She also loved to read. She could read a book in just a couple of hours. She was the smartest person we knew and she always said it was because she read so much. She had a smile that would warm your heart. And there has never been a better cook. Just ask anyone who ever got the opportunity to eat her food. Her pound cakes are famous. She was the best! She is greatly missed by all who knew and loved her.
Sincerely,
The Hall Family
John Marshall Hamby
May 27, 1927 – October 21, 2007
Knowing God was knowing John Marshall Hamby.
Ask John Marshall. God is the sunshine of spring, rains of summer, colors of fall, a snowflake in winter. He would tell you who made these miracles happen.
Ask John Marshall and he would tell of the face of God. He would tell of God’s word even if you didn’t ask. He knew God and wanted God to know you.
Ask John Marshall about the cry of a new-born baby, their laughter in your ears, a tear on their cheek. He would say give thanks and praise God.
Ask John Marshall to fix it. He would say let’s pray. These two strings and gray tape will hold it.
Ask John Marshall to sing and play and it was like him and Jesus in a duet of praise and worship,
Ask John Marshall to bless a meal; didn’t matter when or where. Heads bowed and hands were held. He knew who to thank for his daily bread.
Ask John Marshall and he would say cry no more because death is the real meaning in going home and I will be waiting for you in heaven.
If you knew John Marshall, you know God.
Written by Randy Weidner, son-in-law of Rev. John Marshall Hamby
Joseph "Joey" Hankins, Jr.
January 2, 1986 – July 24, 2007
We lost our son due to injuries he sustained from an automobile accident. He was only 21 years old when he left us. Joey was our oldest son of three.
Joey was so full of life. He had a smile that would light up a room when he walked in; a laugh that put a smile on your face. He was a very caring and loving person to everyone who knew him. He was loved by so many people young and old. He had lots of family and friends always around him.
He was not just a son or brother; he was also a father. His daughter Grace was only 16 months old when he died. She was the love of his life.
Joey, you will be dearly missed and will never be forgotten. That smile of yours will live in our hearts forever. We know that you are in heaven looking down and watching over us. We still can’t believe that you are gone.
Until we meet again some sweet day, know that you will always be in our hearts and thoughts every day.
You are earth’s loss and heaven’s gain.
We love and miss you dearly and always,
Dad, Mom, Wade, Nick, your baby Grace, and your extended family
Alfred E. Harris
November 13, 1935 – March 8, 2007
Truck driving was what he did for a living and what he did for the fun of it. He could put a 45-footer in a place that most drivers could not put a bobtail. His safe driving record was 3 million miles.
He had a total of six children and was survived by four. He was married 53 years, 2 months and 14 days at the time of his death
He is survived by eight grandchildren and six great-grandchildren.
He enjoyed baseball and NASCAR.
James Harris
My husband, James Harris, was a very kind and loving person. He was a Christian husband and father who loved the Lord. He loved to help people, so I know he would be pleased to know he helped someone see again.
Betty Harris (Wife)
Michael Harris
Our 22-year-old son Michael passed away April 1, 2007, due to a heart aneurysm. We were unaware of his condition until two days before his death. But as devastated as we were by this, when the Eye Bank called we immediately said yes. What a wonderful gift for someone else to be able to have sight.
Michael grew up enjoying baseball, but as he grew, of course his interests changed. He also enjoyed drag racing, truck pulls and anything to do with cars. He also enjoyed playing the drums; we bought his first set when he was around seven. As a teenager he started playing drums at church, which developed into a band – One Hour Penny. They played in area churches and from there went on to New Mexico for a competition.
His latest interest was deer hunting with his aunt and uncle. When he came home with that first deer, I was not as excited as he was, but now I don’t mind looking at that deer on the wall.
Our son was the joy in our life. He always had a smile on his face. He will be truly missed!
Love,
Mom, Dad, Sissy, Andy, Dylan, A.J.
Family and friends
Ruth Harshman
Memorial Tribute in memory of Ruth Harshman
- Wife of Glen Harshman
- Born April 5, 1932 in North Carolina
- Member of Victory Baptist Church in Brunswick County, NC
- Met husband Glen on July 6, 1956 in Miss. Co., AK
- Married August 19, 1956 – Sheppard AFB, TX
- Traveled in Air Force 6 years
- Moved to North Carolina
- Retired from Burlington Wear Mill in Asheboro, NC September 1989
- Moved to Brunswick County July 1994
- Two children – one son, one daughter
- Two grandsons, two granddaughter
- Three great granddaughters
Lived happily in love and fellowship with each other and outstanding fellowship, Jesus and our church family until, through God’s mercy, the Angel of Death carried her home at 9:21 pm October 20, 2007
In loving memory,
Glen D. Harshman (Husband)
James Hartsough
February 28, 1953 – April 21, 2007
My husband, our father and grandfather, your friend.
Although a quiet man, Jim touched many lives. He was selfless, always putting others before himself. He would always say, “I don’t care; just make a decision.” Ironically, he did care; he cared that we were happy.
We remember him as our “Jim of all trades.” He was MacGyver in the kitchen and could turn London broil and a few parsley twigs into a gourmet meal. He loved to cook and loved to try new things. Sometimes he would use a recipe that he found online, but more times than not, he just made something up – always with garlic or hot pepper, his secret ingredients. We like to think that we picked up a few things from him along the way, but our chili doesn’t taste as good as his. Maybe we need to add more jalapeno? Better yet, maybe we should just go out to eat.
He was also Picasso with a hammer. Need a new deck? No problem, just call Jim. Need to rewire your home, add a tile backsplash, paint your bathroom, fix your roof? No problem. Dad can do it. Although we lived in the same house for 25 years, it has changed so much. No wall was left untouched, as Jim remodeled it all.
A massive heart attack took his life while he was working in the backyard. The comforting part about his passing is that he was surrounded by his own masterpiece – surrounded by many memories of building a home with his wife, his children and his grandchildren.
He always loved the sea. His dream was to buy a 50’ yacht and sail around the Florida Keys. As of recent years we called him “Scuba Jim.” Once he became scuba certified, he never left the water. Within a short time he took more dives than the average diver may take in their lifetime – Florida, Belize, Acapulco, the local rock quarry. We also found him diving in the swimming pool from time to time. Although it was not his favorite place to dive, it certainly made cleaning the pool more enjoyable!
We miss Scuba Jim dearly, but we are glad that with his donation someone can see the world through his eyes. With every meal, every visit home, every trip to the beach, we know that he is protecting us, watching over us and telling us to just “make a decision.”
Thinking of you always,
Mitsi; Jason, Rebecca, and Jackson
Justine, Jon, Caleb, and Connor
Jessica and Jared
Bill Haulk
Thank you for remembering the donors. I am proud that my husband’s contribution has helped someone to have the gift of sight.
Bill was born on September 19, 1942. He lived in Bostic, NC and worked as a used car manager. Bill was not only my husband but also my best friend. He took me places and made it possible for me to see things I would have never experienced without him. He was a very smart man. He always told me it came from reading, which he loved dearly. The kids would always go to him for answers to their questions. They nicknamed him “Web.” Bill was loved and will be missed by many.
Barbara "Bobbie" Hawkins
Bobbie worked in the Register of Deeds Office for Wilkes County for forty years.
She enjoyed her job and friends. She had a number of hobbies and things that she liked to do when she was home. She enjoyed sewing for herself and her friends. She did counted cross-stitching. She enjoyed reading. She always made a garden. She liked to watch plants grow. She loved going to church and doing work in the church and community. She was never married, but she had a wonderful life and was a great person.
Anthony “A.J.” Haynes
When I look back on the last few hours prior to my son’s death, I realize God was preparing him for his inevitable death and yet providing me with comforting, consoling memories to carry along this journey of grief.
A.J. was exceedingly happy the Saturday before his death. My nephew came to visit and as they drove away in my vehicle, both wore the biggest smiles and exuded happiness. I know that even then, if A.J. knew his fate, he would have carried on just as he did. He wouldn’t have wanted us (his family) to be worried or saddened. He would have wanted us to be left with happy memories. That big, glowing smile now comforts my soul.
The day of his accident he was more solemn, more sober, as if God was preparing him for his fate, and as if he knew it was time to leave us. A.J. had verbalized his wish for a new, fresh start; however, he would have been torn about leaving us behind to mourn him. I vividly recall his response to my question of “Are you coming back?” He remarked, “I don’t know.” I later learned that he verbalized that same sentiment to my nephew, in an all-telling tone, again struggling with his fate and thoughts of leaving us behind.
A.J.’s short 20 years were hard to accept; however, God blesses me with the understanding that in his birth, A.J. saved my life and his death, he has given that same gift of life to so many. By being a donor, A.J., you are somewhere new, starting over, living in the spirit, carefree.
God, thank you for my son, my angel.
Eric Trent Hedrick
Eric was an amazing father, husband, son, brother, uncle, and friend. He enjoyed life and lived it to the fullest every day. He was a hardworking, dedicated, fun-loving family man with a heart of gold. He had a winning and outgoing personality you could not help but love. He was the best husband and father that we could ever ask for. There was not a day that went by that he did not show us how much he loved us.
It was always Eric’s wish that he be able to help others by being an organ donor. We know that he is very happy that he was able to give the gift of sight to someone.
Losing Eric so unexpectedly has broken our hearts and the pain is unbearable, but we know that we will one day see him again!
We love and miss you, Eric. You will never be forgotten!
Roger W. Hedrick
Roger loved to laugh and have a good time and you could always depend on him to pick out the humorous side of a situation.
He did not obtain success but he didn’t really want it. What you wanted for Roger and what he wanted for himself were two very different things. He took his own path. His stepfather, brother and I were looking forward to spending Christmas Eve together with him for the first time in a long while. He had just turned 31 and the picture attached was taken the day before he passed at a gathering a week before Christmas.
We did not realize until Roger’s passing just how many lives he had touched and how so many people had come to love him and would miss him as we would. It has given us comfort to know that he has touched two additional people after his passing with the gift of sight.
We think of him with love and miss him so very much.
Robin G. Henning
Robin Henning was born and grew up on the family farm in Ohio, one of three brothers and four sisters. He was married to Annis for 53 years and was the loving father of three children, Doris (husband Bill), Sandy (husband Rick) and Robbie (wife Shelly). He thoroughly enjoyed his grandchildren, Sandy’s daughter, Marisa (husband Sergio) who gave him two great-grandsons, Joshua and Nathan and Robbie’s children, Emily and David.
Robin shared his love of the outdoors with many. The produce of his vegetable gardens, the harvest from his fruit and pecan trees, as well as the honey from his beehives provided family and friends with many wonderful treats. Robin also loved to find trees in the woods and move them to their yard. Surprises always abounded!
God had gifted Robin with a beautiful tenor voice that added much to the church choirs and choral groups he was a part of over the years. Also Robin’s love for words was expressed through his years of teaching at A&T State University, writing his life story, and turning a simple response into a pun. Finally, he loved sharing from God’s Word as well as from his own life’s experiences and travels with any who would listen. He was a blessing to many!
Blake Hepler
Blake, 21, was a son, grandson, and brother. He was kind, good-natured, and never knew a stranger. He was brave and always stood up for what he believed in. Blake would light up a room with his smile. His dimples got him out of trouble more than once. To his brother, Cooper, 8, Blake was his hero. Blake would always take the time to throw the football around or play a videogame. To his sister, Stacie, 18, Blake was a protector and someone she confided in. It was sometimes aggravating since Blake did not approve of any of her boyfriends. No one was good enough, of course. Blake loved to be out on the water, whether it be fishing or just basking in the sun. He loved the holidays and being with family. Blake lived every day to the fullest. This is just a touch of who Blake was. I could go on forever. It gives us great comfort in knowing that someone is seeing through Blake’s beautiful eyes.
Love,
The Heplers
P.S. We love you, Blake
Billy Ray Hewett
Billy Ray Hewett was an inspiration to many people and was a man of many talents. A man who knew the Bible, he could tell you anything about the word. Bill loved kids and would do anything for them - it didn’t matter if it was his grandkids or cousins. He was a man who loved to talk. He did not meet any strangers - he could talk to anyone about any topic. Bill was a well known man. He was a huge sports fan, whether it be basketball, tennis, golf, football or racing cars. He was a big Duke fan and a Tiger Woods fan. He studied Tiger’s games so that he knew how he was going to hit the ball. Bill also loved music. He had a collection of hits old and new. He took pride in his vehicles – his truck was his pride and joy. He named his truck The Dream Keeper. Bill was a great poet. He wrote many poems – his gift was writing poems and songs. He was also a great speaker. He cooked with great passion. He loved going to church, was a family man, loved his wife more than anything. He had her so spoiled. He wanted to make her the happiest woman on this earth and he did. He was an outspoken man. His destiny was to make others happy, because if you were sad, he would say something to make you laugh. No matter what the situation was he got you through it. He did what God wanted him to do to help others, so now he is with God. Rest in peace now, my love.
Your wife, Callie B. Hewett
Tex Pool Hill
Tex P. Hill was known throughout his hometown of St. Pauls, NC as a loving family man and a diligent worker. He was married to his wife, Linda, for 41 years. Their marriage was anchored by love and a strong desire to recognize the blessing of this life. Tex had only one child, Adam, when he was 45 years old. The two quickly became best friends who enjoyed countless hours of fishing, telling jokes and appreciating the beauty of nature. Tex loved to read and passed this appreciation for literature on to his son. He also truly enjoyed spending time with his brother and five sisters.
In his prime he worked as a painter of buildings and even now many structures in southeastern North Carolina bear the beautiful marks of his craftsmanship. For 66 years he was a blessing to the world around him and his memory will dwell eternally in the hearts and minds of those people whose lives were touched by this wonderful man.
In memory of our Papa, husband and brother. We love you always.
The family of Tex Pool Hill
Tyler Pope Hill
March 26, 1987 – July 14, 2007
In the early hours of July 14, when we accepted there was no hope for our 20-year-old son, Tyler, we decided to donate his organs. The nice people from Carolina Donor Services came in and spoke to us about the procedure. As they were going over everything, we started to feel somewhat uneasy and began to doubt our decision. One of the CDS people placed her hand on mine and said, “If it helps any, Tyler designated he wanted to be a donor on his driver’s license.” We had no idea he had done this and it relieved us to no end to know this was what he wanted. His corneas have been transplanted (along with other organs) and it helps in our faith journey to know there are people who are benefiting from Tyler’s gift.
Tyler was a wonderful young man and we feel truly blessed to have had him 20 years. He was an avid sports enthusiast, with Duke basketball being his all-time favorite. He loved animals of all kinds and they loved him back. His four-legged friend, Daisy, misses him so much. He lived life hard and fast. So fast that his size 11 feet would sometimes be too big for the steps. We can still hear his “I’m OK” after he’d tumble down the steps going downstairs to watch TV. What a guy!
As I told you when we said good-bye, baby boy, I will love you until I take my last breath and then I will get a great big hug. You’ll be forever in our hearts.
Mom, Dad and Josh
Bob Hillock
Bob was a kind, considerate, gentle and loving man. I do not believe he had any enemies, but over the years he had many friends.
He was a wonderful father to our children, a terrific husband and a gentleman at all times. Bob was my best friend and my soul mate and God’s gift to me on the day we were married. The blessing of my life.
Peg Hillock
Marvin Nathan Hinson, Jr.
September 30, 1946 – April 17, 2007
Our father Marvin was a loving and caring father and grandfather, also known as Poppy. His family loved and adored him.
He never wanted to miss out on anything. He loved life and travel. He would do everything he could to help a friend and never ask for anything in return.
Two of his favorite times were fishing and Christmas. He knew the true meaning of Christmas – to him it was about family.
He would feel joy and love to know that someone could see their family and enjoy life the way that he was able to.
Poppy will truly be missed. He will be in our thoughts and prayers every day.
We love and miss you,
Rachel, Amy, Jennifer, Emily, Joseph, and Hunter
Logan Hobbs
April 12, 2004 – December 7, 2007
Logan was certainly a special little boy; so very smart and full of energy and life. My wife and I only had him a short time, but in that time he filled our days with happiness and love. He certainly kept us on our toes!
Logan attended pre-school and was an active member in the Kids for Christ Program at the Methodist Church. He would rather go to church than do anything else and wanted to talk about Jesus and God quite often.
Logan always went about the house singing Jesus Loves Me, his ABC’s and Won’t Back Down. He would also sing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star to his baby sister. He enjoyed watching his movies especially Barnyard, Flushed Away, Cars and Shrek.
Logan loved sports, especially football and basketball and always wanted to wear his Ohio State Buckeyes jersey. While watching the game he would yell, “Go Defense” whether the team he was cheering for was on defense or not. He also loved to swim in his pool and jump on his trampoline.
My wife and I, as well as our parents and friends, are going to miss him more than anything. It gives us comfort to know that he is in heaven, watching over us, and singing with the rest of the angels.
Jackie Hodge
July 4, 1941 – July 2, 2007
How does one describe Jackie? According to his mother Margaret he was a man “born with a veil.” Jackie was born July 4, 1941 in Lake City, Florida. At an early age Jackie accepted the Lord into his life.
Upon graduation from high school Jackie joined the US Army. While serving with the 82nd Airborne and Special Forces, he completed three tours of duty in Vietnam. Among his military commendations were the Bronze Star with Oak Leaf Cluster, Combat Infantry Badge and National Defense Service Medal. As a recruiter he received the Gold Recruiter Badge with Second Sapphire Star. He retired in 1978 after 20 years of military service. He was a 33rd degree Mason and past Worshipful Master.
After retirement Jackie worked for New York Life Insurance and later became a self-employed landscaper.
In 1989 he married Cathryn Teer, the love of his life. Jackie loved to cook, laugh, dance and serve people. A man of few words, he was always positive and encouraging. “Papa Jack” was a loving father, grandfather and friend.
Left to cherish his memory are devoted wife, Cathryn Teer-Hodge; mother, Margaret Anderson; children, Derrick Hodge, Troy King, and Traci King, and grandchildren, Lyric King, Truth King, and Imari Reed. Also left with loving memories are mother-in-law, Catherine Allen Teer; aunt and uncle, Mr. and Mrs. Douglas Hayes, and family and a host of friends across the country.
The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, and the Lord delights in his way. Psalms 37:23-24
Miss Me But Let Me Go
When I come to the end of the road
And the Son has set me free
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little but not too long
And not with your head bowed low
Remember the love that we once shared
Miss me but let me go.
It’s all a part of the Master’s plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart,
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss Me But Let Me Go.
Marvin C. Holloman, Sr.
Marvin was a generous person, but demanding. He loved lots, but was picky on whom he loved. I was the only one that he had to take care of him the last five years of his life because he ran others off. He felt that they wanted something from him, and he didn’t want that kind of relationship. I made sure he ate OK and took his medicines properly. He had a beloved dog named CJ for about 17 years, and I took care of her as well. Marvin died Saturday, February 3, 2007 in his sleep. It was strange because I had visited him that morning and had to leave to go to work. The hospital called me about an hour later and said you have to come because he is about to leave this world. So I went back up there and Kay and I were talking. I was holding his hand and assuring him it was OK to leave us because he had suffered on and off for about five years. He was really fussy about his hair, and I looked at Kay and said, “Oh, my. He would have a fit if he saw his hair!” So I got up and washed his face and combed his hair. I sat back down and he died within 15 minutes after I had combed his hair. So I know that he knew it was time to leave us, and I sure do miss him! He died on a Saturday and I had to sign all those papers. Of course they asked me about his eyes. I didn’t think he would have any part of it. I got a call from the eye donor person, and keep in mind I am riding down the road going to the nursing home where he had been staying before his hospital stay. I wasn’t in my right mind, but I just so happened to flip open his wallet on my car seat and saw the little heart on his driver’s license. My heart about dropped, so of course I had the phone number to the person from the Eye Bank on my cell phone. So here I go making calls telling them “Yes, yes, please if you can use his eyes, by all means use them.” I had to call the hospital and change my former decision. His dog apparently was waiting for him to leave us to join him because I had to bury her February 5, 2007, the Monday after he had left this world. It was sad, but she had also been sick; I feel that they held on till both had passed away about the same time.
Bennie Howard
Remembering Bennie with his gorgeous brown eyes and the light blonde hair will always be bittersweet memories for me. He was an exceptional football player as a child, proud of the fact that he was a quarterback and received many trophies for his accomplishments. He loved children and drove a school bus two years for Trinity High School. Bennie always put the feelings of others before himself. He loved people and always wanted to help others. Being a donor was something he always wanted to do. We know that he would be so proud to know that he has helped someone to have a much better life. When Bennie was four years old we had a puppy and the puppy nipped him. He turned around and bit the puppy’s ear. Later he cried because he thought he had hurt that puppy. This is the way he lived his life, thinking of others. He made a good man and he was the father of three. On February 25th he would have celebrated his 45th birthday. On this day we will sadly think of you, but at the same time we will know in our hearts that you are happy, and we would like you to know how very proud and thankful we are to have had you as our brother.
Your loving Sister,
Stella
I, too, remember the good times my sister spoke of, but I must acknowledge that I’m overshadowed by the last several years of my brother’s life since our mother passed away. It was a difficult time and a hard life for Bennie. Some circumstances beyond anyone’s control left Bennie homeless the last few years of his life. He found a best friend in a guy he met at a homeless shelter and they lived with his father until he died. Bennie made friends easily and wouldn’t turn his back on you. I know that he missed his children due to divorce. He loved them no matter what, and I love him and will miss him for his kindness that I know was in his heart for his family and friends. Through his eyes I hope someone finds happiness.
Another loving Sister,
Sherri
Henry Willard Howerton, Jr.
I remember my beloved husband, Henry Willard Howerton, Jr., as a loving, generous, good-humored, and talented man, who could do so much. He could fly planes, lay bricks, pour cement, weld, play the trumpet, cook, garden, build cabinets, do stained-glass work, and fix almost anything around the house or on a vehicle. He even rebuilt the 1938 Buick that he had learned to drive on as a teenager.
As skilled in human relations as in hobbies and crafts, he liked helping relatives, friends, neighbors, and even strangers. His memory will be cherished by many, including his sister, Nancy Phelps; his sister-in-law, Jean Gore; his nieces and nephews; and his great-nieces and great-nephews. He was also a loving “father” to our dog and our many cats.
Born in 1935 in Winston-Salem to Kathryn and Henry Howerton, he grew up there and graduated from James A. Gray High School in 1953. Having served two years in the Army and worked until his mid-thirties as a draftsman and assistant engineer, he received his B.S. degree in Parks Administration from N.C. State University in 1975 and became the Assistant Parks Superintendent for the City of Raleigh and then the Parks Superintendent for the City of Rocky Mount.
We were married in 1965. Our best times together were spent traveling in Europe, the United States, and Canada and working as volunteers at the First Flight Celebration in Kitty Hawk, NC, and at the Ford House Museum in Mendocino, CA. Henry also enjoyed doing construction work in Costa Rica as a United Methodist volunteer.
When he was diagnosed with an incurable brain tumor, he faced that disease with courage and determination to live the rest of his life as fully as possible. As always, his greatest concerns were for others rather than for himself; and as a last act of kindness and caring for others, he donated his corneas to the N.C. Eye Bank and his body to the UNC School of Medicine.
I am fortunate to have been his wife for 42 years, but that time was not nearly long enough.
Sandra Howerton
Joshua Hudson
The first three paragraphs are words spoken at Joshua’s funeral on July 22, 2007, by his aunts and uncle.
The Joshua Ride
Come if you will, stand by my side, I’ll try to take you on the Joshua Ride. It starts with a baby fair skinned with red hair. Once this ride starts it goes everywhere; black puppies, 4-wheelers and such. He had no idea of the lives he would touch; out in the country fishing with his friends; good times and laughter. The fun never ends; first there were the beach trips, then days by the pool. He got so sun burnt; just trying to be cool; football and baseball with all of the boys. The birth of a daughter, the tears and the joys, the losses and wins. You made us so proud; now you’re in God’s hand riding high on the clouds. So come if you will, stand by my side, as we go forever onward on the Joshua Ride. - Your Aunt Deborah
I just want to start out saying from the time you were born and carried that string of a blanket around you were a special part of us and will be a part of our lives forever. We watched you grow from a child, to a boy and into a young man. As special as you were to us, it pales in comparison to what you meant to your mother and father. Your life here was so young and innocent, but now you have carried on to a new journey. You and only you knew the depths of your pain; our only comfort now is knowing that the pain is gone. So as we sit here today, with you looking down upon us, we hope you see the endless love we all have for you and know that the love of your family and friends reaches across the universe in which you now live. Just know how much you are loved and always will be. So with that being said, as Josh would say “Alrite Den”. - Love, Your Aunt Michele
I’m going to start this as Josh would…”What’s up?” Boy could he light up a room – good or bad. Josh loved to be the center of attention. As a small boy he would love to dance around and laugh, hoping everyone was watching…we were. As everyone knows, Josh loved playing sports; as long as he had a ball in his hands he was good. When I look at Josh I saw a lot of myself. The shirt, shorts, pants, his hair and hat – it all had to be right. Josh’s best quality was his tender heart. As he tried to show armor on the outside, his family and friends knew better. He could shed a tear quicker than anyone; now that’s a quality of a real man. Family and friends were very important to Josh. During family gatherings you could always count on Josh being one of the first ones there; and there he was in the yard playing ball with his cousins. Now for the most important part. Toward the end of Josh’s life was a special little girl named Abby. As troubled as Josh had become, one thing stood clear – he had become a proud father. Which was a full circle for him; hands down she was the apple of his eye. That was known by all. Some of Josh’s famous sayings, “What we eatin?”, “Shut up”, “That’s hot”, will always be happy memories for us. So for all the memories we can share, I’m proud to have been his uncle for 19 years. So I end as I started, “What’s up?” You will never be forgotten! We will always love you. - Words from the heart of your Uncle D.J.
To my one and only mom, from your one and only loving son. That is how Joshua always addressed his cards to me. He was such a joy in my life; his loving, giving heart was so big. He had a smile that lasted forever. “Josh wore a coat of armor on the outside, but he had a big mushy heart” one of his friends told me. Even though he was only 19 he had touched so many lives and continues to do so with his donation so others may see. This picture is one of my fondest memories of Joshua; it was taken right after one of his high school baseball games when he got his new car. He loved baseball and he loved his car. I would stay awake at night and listen for the garage door to open, then I knew my son was home safe. On the night of his death that door never opened, but the gates of heaven were opened and he was received and is resting in peace today. He left us too soon and will always be missed by those that knew him.
His one and only loving Mom
Family and Friends
Curtis W. Hughes
Curtis W. Hughes died at Duke Medical Center on October 14, 2007; he was 67 years old. He died very suddenly and unexpectedly. It was a great loss to everyone who knew him. He was born in Oxford, NC and lived there most of his life. Later in life he moved to Clarksville, VA to his house on Kerr Lake. He was retired, but worked most times. Curtis was the father of five children, 14 grandchildren and five great-grandchildren. His first wife of 38 years preceded him in death.
He was a very easy-going, patient, and caring person, always ready to help someone else. Curtis never met a stranger and would strike up a conversation at any time with anyone. He was a remarkable man. There was not anything Curtis could not repair, and if he did not have the right tool to do the job, he would make one. Sometimes I would ask him how did you come up with an idea like that and he would say “I dreamt about it last night.” He also loved to work with wood and built some beautiful furniture. Curtis was always doing something; he could not sit still for very long.
He loved to go fishing on the lake or the coast and go to the car races in South Boston, VA. Another favorite place of his was Myrtle Beach, SC. We were married February 14, 2000 at the Wedding Chapel By The Sea in Myrtle Beach. It was one of the happiest times in both of our lives. For 7 short years he was not only my husband but also my best friend. We made some beautiful memories together. I will always cherish them. It will be hard going on without him. I will miss and love him always.
God called him home for a reason, and I know he is in a better place now. Curtis was a firm believer in his salvation through Jesus Christ. There were not many Sundays that he missed Sunday school or church. He was a member of the Tungsten Baptist Church in Bullock, NC.
Curtis would be pleased to know that he gave the gift of sight to two people. His memory will always live on in our minds and our hearts.
Kirk A. Hughes
November 6, 1963 – July 8, 2007
Tribute in memory of my husband
My husband Kirk was truly a wonderful man. The most important things in his life were church and family. He always lived life to the fullest and found great joy in the little things such as the morning sun or a bird chirping.
His relationship with our 12-year-old son Dylan was like nothing I have ever seen; he adored our child and spent every extra second he had playing with him. They were truly best friends!
He always stopped to help anyone in need and that brought great joy to him. He spent over 20 years volunteering his time to our local AYSO soccer organization. All the children loved him; he would end the season with letting the kids throw water balloons at him, so everyone always wanted to be on his team.
He had always wanted to become a Lutheran pastor, but he did not have enough time on earth for that. He died in a very tragic way but he saved our son’s life in the process and I know my husband would not have it any other way.
He will always be our hero. He will forever be young and vibrant in our precious memories.
Amy Hughes
Richard Humphrey
Thank you for giving me, my two sons and two daughters the privilege of sharing our memories of our husband, father and grandfather.
Richard loved life and never met a stranger. He always had a twinkle in his blue eyes, a hello and a greeting to all, young and old alike, no matter where he was or what the occasion.
He loved to fish and hunt and always wished he had more than one grandchild to share his life with. Richard was busy in our church and school, especially with the youth. He always had time to look them in the eye and take time to listen and share with them. One of his special pleasures was being active in the American Legion, as he was a veteran. You found him each year getting high school young adults interesting in going to Boys and Girls State and interested in our country.
His love for our country and veterans kept him busy after retirement. He was responsible for burial for veterans and the privilege of giving the folded American flag to families.
I thank the Lord Jesus that those beautiful blue eyes are now bringing joy, laughter and love to someone else. Memories are precious.
Joyce
Kevin Alden Hunt
I struggle with the words to best describe Kevin. He was the one who had a way with words. When to say them; when not to. Kevin’s eyes said everything. He saw the world and shared it using wit and wonder. At 53 he was still a child at heart able to enjoy - no love - a new experience, a challenge, or adventure, soaking up life and knowledge like a sponge. He loved and spent time all over the world – Switzerland, Italy, France, Spain and the Americas, New York to LA and Nova Scotia to Brazil – absorbing the many cultures and languages in the most unassuming way. He died in a place he loved – the Outer Banks of North Carolina – doing what he most enjoyed – surfing. He often told me the closest place one could be with nature was the ocean.
His talents and curiosity were unending. At the time of his death he was an IT Specialist and had also earned a degree in Chemistry. Yet earlier in his life he was heavily involved in the Akron, OH alternative music scene of the mid-seventies and played guitar with a passion. He enjoyed collecting wine, art and literature; yet he received just as much pleasure out of changing the oil, working in the yard or organizing the annual beach treasure hunt for the kids.
His kindness, however, was what set him apart. He saw the good in the world and passed it on. His love was unconditional. He had a special way of giving to family, friends and strangers alike. He understood and accepted people for what they could or could not do. He empathized and tried to right many wrongs through sharing and generosity. And he did this all in his quiet, unassuming way. He taught me to see these things. The world lost a very special person on August 23, 2007.
I lost my best friend.
Mrs. Ann Crock-Hunt
William Hurst
Bill often spoke about how much he loved to fish at Cape Lookout, NC. It wasn’t until after I saw this picture of him there that I completely understood why. Fishing at dawn on a cool, clear morning and staring out over the calm ocean waters of the Atlantic gave him so much joy. I can only imagine what he must have been thinking on this particular morning.
With family and friends, small groups and large, we spent many hours at the North Carolina coast. Memories of sunbathing, dune-climbing, boogie-boarding, kite-flying, wave-riding, hook-setting and even a little drum fishing, are forever etched in our hearts.
In loving memory of a great husband, father, son, brother and friend – we miss you.
Cheryl Hurst and Branson
James Robert Hussey
James Robert Hussey was born in North Carolina in 1945. He was one of eleven children. He worked as a manufacturing manager of a textile mill. He married Eva Brown in 1967. They were married 39 years at the time of his death. James loved to hunt and fish. His favorite place to fish was the Outer Banks. He spent many hours doing that. The proudest days of his life were when our daughter, Jamey, was born, and then when our granddaughter, Macie, was born. He was so very proud of both of them. James was a very special man. He loved everyone and enjoyed being with people. When he was younger he loved to pick on others and laugh and have a good time. He loved to sit on the deck and watch the sunset. That was his favorite time of day. James was a wonderful husband, father and grandfather.
Patrick Neal Hutton, Jr.
1961 – 2007
When we lost Pat (Patrick), we were devastated. Patrick was my husband of 25 years and a father for 22 years to our daughter. He was not only my husband, he was my very best friend, as I was his. Pat was a kind man and accepted responsibility with everything in him. As a family our lives were one adventure after another. However, all was well in the end. We depended on God for everything that came our way and were so grateful for his comfort and promises. No one or family could have been loved and cared for by a better person.
Pat enjoyed life to the fullest. His comments to everyone we met were that he never had a life before he met me and his life began when he met me. Many times we spoke about growing old together. Some of our favorite times as a family were at the lake or just going somewhere new in the motor home. Pat’s hobbies were the hobbies of the entire family, some of which were camping, boating, fishing, NASCAR, photography and raising Alaskan Malamutes (snow dogs). We always worked together and played together.
Pat was a multi-talented man. Everyone called him “Mr. Fix It.” He could fix or build anything he set out to do. No matter what came our way, he had a vision and would carry it through. He helped all who needed his talents.
If someone is seeing and experiencing life as Pat did through him being a donor, we should all feel blessed. Life without him is unbearable some days; however, we know from whom we draw our strength.
Sarah and Katie
