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Uncle Floyd - You are so loved and will be sorely missed. I will forever treasure my birthday phone calls from you. My thoughts and prayers are with Aunt Peggy and all of my cousins. Much love, Robin Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break. ~William Shakespeare

As a teenager, I became friends with a beautiful girl that I worked with named Kimberly Moore. Kim and I seemed to hit it off quickly and before you knew it, Floyd and Peggy "adopted" me as one of their own. Dad was the smart one who stayed out of "women's" business when Kim and I would get all teenage dramafied! He'd hug us and tell us he loved us, but would be careful not to get too involved because Lord knew, we could create some serious teenage drama! But, as one of Kim's close friends, I could tell he loved her and was fiercly proud of the young woman she had become. When Chantal came along, he was the best Grandpa (Paw Paw!). He loved that baby and was completely wrapped around her finger! I did have some exposure to Kirby and Keith and their families and it was obvious that all of his Grandchildren seemed to have PawPaw wrapped around their little fingers! He quietly gave so much love and never asked for a thing in return! He was a second father to me and I am so grateful to my dear friend Kim, for sharing her Daddy's love with me! He was as much of an angel here on earth, as he is now in Heaven. My love and prayers go out to my dear friend Kim, her always beautiful Mom, her children and grandchildren, as they cope with their loss. And Dad.....I'm really sorry we didn't get to Arkansas before your passing, but I promise to get there soon and will give extra hugs and squeezes to Mom, Kim and the kids for you! Will always love you! Lori Garman, Phx, AZ

Dear Keith, Please know that I am praying for you and your family at this time of sorrow. Below is a poem that has given me comfort when I have lost a loved one. I hope it will give you and your family comfort as well. Your Brother In Christ, Alan Grief Is No Enemy There is no tone to the fields of grief, no width, no depth, no grain. It settles in with fog-like stealth, a smothering enduring pain. For as you seek a sure relief, some thought will sear the soul, Keeping bright the loss you fight as grief collects its toll. Distortions caused by a forlorn cry may penetrate this mask, And momentarily push aside the veil that shrouds each task. But in time that bane will change to become a subtle friend, Rich as gold, and bright and bold, the scars will start to mend. For grief is not an enemy that seeks to warp the mind, It comes to polish memories of love and cares that bind. So, savor every moment, cherish what is past, string each pearl together, In your heart - - - - - where they may last.