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MARCOB JOHN LUMPSY In the book of John, Chapter 13, verse 7, Jesus is washing the feet of his disciples, showing an act of total servitude in doing so. He washes the feet of each of them until he gets to Simon Peter, who asks him, quite astonished, “Why are you washing my feet?” And Jesus simply answers him, “What I am doing you do not understand now, but you will know after this.”
Today we are here to remember and honor the life my beloved husband, Marcob John Lumpsy. As a Christian, Marcob lived his life in service to others. He strove in all he did to emulate the Lord as in John 13:7. He spoke to God every single morning before he began his day, as well as every night before he went to sleep. Marcob took great joy in helping out anyone who needed him. If he had only two dollars in his pocket, and you were a friend or a stranger in need, Marcob would give it to you.
Marcob was born on June 2nd, 1990 to Jacob and Clair Lumpsy. He grew up in Seattle, where as a young man he developed a great love for the outdoors, especially for camping and fishing. He had many wonderful memories with his mom, of time spent outdoors with his dad, and growing up with Sarah, John, and Kyle. He had a particular fondness for fishing, which gave him a calming reprieve, whenever he needed it, from the chaos of everyday life and work. And we can’t forget all the wonderful memories he had with Steve Marshall! For those of you who don’t know, Marcob and Steve were best friends since childhood, through all the growing up and all the moves and long distances. Steve, I want you to know if you don’t already, that Marcob counted you as his brother as well.
Even though Marcob was a Seattle kid at heart, New York also held a special place in his heart, as many of you know. And of course, our beloved farm house in Berea, Kentucky.
Six years ago, I met this wonderful man. We were just two silly kids without a care in the world and we fell in love pretty quickly. It has been a beautiful 4 years of marriage, and although 4 years is all too short and I cannot yet comprehend the shock and utter sadness I am feeling, I count myself extraordinarily blessed to have had the time with Marcob that I did.
More than anyone, more than anything, more than his own life, Marcob loved his little boys. Victor and Dillian were the absolute joy of Marcob’s life, the apples of his eye. He would do anything for his children. You all know that Marcob did interior remodeling for homes. He valued his clients and it was important to him that he met any deadlines he had, and to complete his work to the satisfaction of his customers. But he knew that his children were more important than anything, and would literally say “no” to a potential client if it would mean missing out on one of the boy’s baseball games or father-son camping trips.
As anyone who knew my husband would know, Marcob was a man of great personality. He was very outgoing and knew how to make a friend wherever he went, whether he was at work or enjoying life outside with Victor and Dillian. This friendliness and attitude of service to others he taught by example to our boys, and for that I am very grateful.
Marcob loved his family and friends, and making memories with his loved ones was important to him. He felt very lucky in his life and would often say (and maybe some of you here today actually heard him say this once or twice) that he had too much luck in life. Yes, you heard that right…he would go so far as to say that he had too much luck in his life, even when his luck was down. That is just the kind of person that Marcob Lumpsy was, and that was just how thankful he was for everything he had.
It still does not seem real. My husband was only 28 years old. I will always remember the day we met, like it was yesterday… the past six years have gone by too fast, but the day we met will always be one of my favorite memories. Marcob still had so much more to give to this world, so much more to teach to our boys, so many more memories to make with me, with his family and his friends…with each one of you. But Marcob is with the Lord now, and the words of Jesus from the book of John keep coming to mind: “What I am doing you do not understand now, but you will know after this.”
Maybe I have no right to question why the Lord took Marcob so soon, and in the way that He did. Why he took a loving father from his young children, from his wife, from his parents, from his friends. But I don’t have to understand it, as much as I would like to and as much as I want answers. I--all of us here today--can only have faith. We can only lean on God for divine comfort and guidance and hope for the future. The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away, and one day we will understand why.
I want to thank you all for being here today, for joining myself, Victor, Dillian, Jacob, Clair, Sarah, John, and Kyle as we lay our husband, father, son, and brother to rest. These past few days have been beyond difficult, and on behalf of everyone I would like to say thank you to each and every one of you for the prayers, support, words of sympathy, company, and help that you have provided our family.
DENISON LAWRENCE My name is Lance Lawrence. I know most of you here today, but for those who don’t know who I am, I’m Denison’s brother. Today we have all gathered together to celebrate in loving memory my brother and the life he led. I’m sure everyone here has a story they could share about time spent with Denison… and boy, do I have a few stories that I could tell.
Denison Lawrence was born August 11th, 1973 to Charles and Cecelia Lawrence. Mom and Dad raised Denison, Laura, and myself in Paris, Texas, where as a family we cultivated many wonderful memories together. One of the best memories I have with my brother is us fishing together with Dad during the summers growing up. Dad took us out to fish at least a couple times every summer. Denison was the baby in the family, and when Dad passed away, Denison made it a point to check in on Mom as often as he could.
Perhaps stemming from our childhood was my brother’s love for the great outdoors, which he nurtured well into adulthood. He loved to be outside, whether it was to go fishing, hiking, or camping. My brother, as many of you here today know, was also an avid musician. Hand him a guitar and he would show you his knack for it. He enjoyed occasional jam sessions and open-mic nights around town, sharing his love for music with anyone who would listen.
You’ve all heard that Dire Straits song, “Money For Nothing,” right? I’d like to paint Denison’s life to the likeness of that song. He loved anything by Dire Straits but that song was one of his favorites. Some of the lyrics to that song go something like, “Now that ain't workin, that's the way you do it, Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb, Maybe get a blister on your little finger, Maybe get a blister on your thumb.” That was Denison for you. He was a content man who was very content with the life he led; he was satisfied with the work he did and was very proud of the fact that he did not get up in the morning for anyone but himself.
Denison called Dallas home for most of his adult life. He held a few different jobs, graduated from the University of New Mexico with a Bachelors of Business Administration, and after college he worked in management for awhile. But most of you here who knew Denison knew that he had started his own real estate rental company. If you knew him well, you knew that he was very proud of this company and worked on it til the day he left us. My brother had a true entrepreneurial spirit and was involved in a small investors’ group that worked to assist other business men and women in starting up their own companies.
Denison had a few different nicknames, some of which you may recognize: Dennies, Dougy, Diggy. A couple others may come to mind…maybe some of you here today had a special nickname for Denison that no one else knew about…! My brother enjoyed a bit of humor from time to time, and growing up he was encouraged to see the funny side of life. A prime example is a story from when he was in the first grade. His teacher had asked the class to name off some animals that started with a letter she would give. So she said “H” and she heard back, “Horse!” She said “T” and she got back “Two horses!” She called out “M” and Denison decides to be the class clown and yells back, “Maybe a horse!?” He got into just a little bit of trouble that night at home.
My brother was a quiet man who led a relatively quiet life, and that was how he wanted things. He was not a very religious man, but he believed in God and made it a point in his life to help his fellow man whenever he could. He was easy-going and loved to go out and meet new people, but he also loved just being at home, alone, recharging after a long day. Denison was fun-loving but a gentle person at the same time. He wouldn’t hurt a fly and would go out of his way to avoid hurting anyone in any way.
He had a close relationship with our cousin, Sam Smith. Smithy and Denison spent some bachelor years together just hanging out, playing music, going hiking and camping together. We want to thank you for that, Smithy…Denison had so many wonderful times with you and the kids, and I think that brought him a lot of joy these past several years.
I want to thank not only my cousin Sam, but also each and every one of you that showed up today to honor Denison’s life and memory. Everyone here had a special kinship, bond or memory with my brother in some way, and I want you to know that he did with each of you as well. I hope that knowing that can bring you a little bit of comfort as we lay him to rest. On behalf of my mother and sister Laura, thank you from the bottom of our hearts for all the condolences, kind messages and company you have provided us these past several days. It will always be remembered. I would also like to thank the local church here, Sam’s church, for helping my family in the many ways that they have. Denison was not a member of the church, in fact they didn’t even know him. They did not have any real reason to step up like they did, except out of true compassion. That compassion has touched my family and we are especially grateful for it.
In closing, I’d just like to say…and I think we can all agree with this… that the world was better off for my brother Denison Lawrence being in it, and not worse.
GEORGE FILMAN Good morning everyone. My name is Samantha Briggs. Most of you here know me on a personal level, but if not, I am George’s daughter.
My dad, George Filman, was born on April 5th, 1935 to John and Martha Filman, my grandparents. He was a loving father to my brother Jesse and I, a doting grandfather to my children Max, Jill, and John, and a caring friend. Most importantly, my dad was a friend of God.
Dad grew up in Texas and spent a majority of his life in the western part of the state. At the young age of sixteen, he met and fell in love with a beautiful young lady named Mary. After only three weeks of dating, George and Mary decided to get married. Even back then, their relationship was criticized because they were so young. But, like most young people in love, they didn’t care what anyone else thought, and myself and my brother Jesse are living proof of that…! My mom and dad’s love story was truly one for the ages, and even though everyone said they wouldn’t last, they were blessed to share a happy, loving marriage that spanned 60 years. It brings me peace now to think that Dad is back with Mom, together again at last. No more pain, no more sadness and heartache, no more death.
Dad left high school to marry our mother, and served our country for four years in the United States Army. He was very proud to serve, and also very proud of his wife and the family they had created together. After getting out of the military, Dad was a railroad man for the rest of his life, and enjoyed a long and distinguished career of which Jesse and I heard many a magical story while growing up.
Over the past several days, I have been so blessed to hear so many of your stories about my dad. He had a love for his home state of Texas, but anyone who knew George Filman knew that the southwest held a special place in his heart as well. He loved to pack up his things and take a trip there whenever he got the chance. While he enjoyed traveling, if you knew my dad, you also knew that he was a very private man. He loved to take care of his family, but as someone who was quite introverted by nature, he also enjoyed solitude. He was not a church goer, and was never really one for organized religion. But he was very spiritual. He tended to his relationship with God on a daily basis and remained a devout follower of the Lord to his dying day.
While he did relish his alone time, there was nothing Dad loved more than to sit down with family and friends over a delicious plate of fried catfish. When you were with him, he was willing to talk about anything that was on your mind, and would listen intently and carefully to you without any judgement at all. That is a precious and rare thing to find in a friend these days. But that is exactly the type of man that he was. Dad was an avid reader of the Bible, and loved discussing the Word of God with anyone who would partake with him. Anyone who knew Dad knew too that he loved to fish. It was one of his favorite things to do in his alone time. And of course he cherished his old country tunes and gospel songs.
This past week has been a very trying time for my family, and I want to extend a very heartfelt thank you to everyone who has reached out to us. The messages, phone calls, and support we have received have all been noted, and it is all greatly appreciated. I want to thank Grace Baptist Church for taking care of us today as well as for all the love and support everyone here has shown us as we all prepare to say goodbye to Dad. It is the hardest thing in the world to say goodbye, but there is also great joy in knowing that it’s really only goodbye for now. Just for a little while. And just like Dad is now with Mom again, so we will see them both again one day very soon.