Obituaries

In Remembrance of Leodis Parker

January 28, 1956 ---- August 15, 2020

Leodis Parker, youngest son of 11 siblings, was born on January 28, 1956, in Lake Providence, Louisiana to Clarence Parker Sr. and Amy Parker. The family moved to Detroit, Michigan in the mid 1950’s. Leodis, who was always called “Lee” attended the Detroit Public School System where he graduated from Cooley High School.

Lee joined the Army branch of the military, and he attended the School of Nursing to

become a Certified Nurse’s Aide (CNA).

Lee was never married but he was loved by many. Lee possessed many talents in his lifetime. Lee was a painter, landscaper and caregiver. Lee was a painter for over 30 years. He could paint anything and make it look brand new; he painted exterior and interior homes, apartments and commercial buildings.

Everyone wanted him as their landscaper because he had a great talent for landscaping and shrubbery trimming. Lee worked in Detroit, Southfield and W. Bloomfield as a landscaper at the Jewish Community Center.

Lee took excellent care of his mother, Amy Parker, until she passed away. When she became ill, Lee would prepare her meals, process the laundry and clean the home. Lee also would cut the grass each week.

Lee also worked as a custodian at the Seniors Activity Center (SAC); for several years.

Lee was preceded in death by his parents: Clarence Parker Sr. and Amy Parker (deceased), Alvin (deceased), Rev. Robert Johnson (deceased) (Mary), Emanuel (Carolyn) James (Lavern), Frank, Freddie(Flo), Clarence Jr., Cleodis(Sharon), Charles Sr.(deceased) (Daisy), Otto(Beatrice), Mauldin (James) (deceased) plus a host of nieces and nephews.

When I am Gone. When I come to the end of my journey and travel my last weary mile, Come to Me.

God saw you were getting tired, and a cure was not to be. I am not there, I do not sleep, remember me. Remember me when the flowers bloom early in the spring. I have gone to meet my maker with a joyful heart and joyful soul.

Remembrance of Leodis Parker -2-

The Dash by Linda Ellis

I read of a man who stood to speak.

at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the

dates on the tombstone from the beginning

to the end.

He noted that first came the date of

birth and spoke of the following date with

tears, but he said what mattered most of all

was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time that they

spent alive on earth. And now only those who

loved them knowing what that little line is worth.

For it matters not how much we own, the cars...

the house the cash. What matters is how we live?

And love and how we spend our dash.

So, think about this long and hard. Are there

things you would like to change. For you never know how much

time is left that can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough to consider

what is true and real and always try to understand how

other people feel.

And be less quick to anger and show appreciation.

more and love the people in our lives like we’ve never

loved before.

If we treat each other with respect and more

often wear a smile, remembering that this

special dash might only last a little while.

So, when your eulogy is being read, with your

life’s actions to rehash…would you be proud of

the things they say about how you spent your

dash?

-The Family of Leodis Parker