Lamard Carter

I remember when you gave nicknames to 2 of my bikes: Milk Truck and Space Ship. I remember when I will go up to my attic and call you from the attic window to come over to the house and ask my grandmother can I come outside to play because of her tight grip on me. I remember the walkie talkies we used to talk to from house to house at night. I remember playing hide and seek and you will be hiding in your house just looking out your house cracking up when we could not find you. I remember when you use to crack up about my grandmother's big spoon. The list can go on and on. Now I know you are riding bikes down the boulevard with GOD, playing hide and seek with the angels and playing walkie talkies with Jesus. If only I can reverse the time, I would. I would miss you, we all would miss you. May God bless your family and friends. You best friend: Keith

Mardy, it was a blessing knowing you, though for a brief time. Thanks for those brief but kind conversations. I look forward to seeing you again one day! RIP!
Marion