Tyrone Williamson has moved upstairs. He worked on the building. When I was teaching in Russellville, he came by often to check on us. His eyes always sparkled and uplifting words poured from his lips. He wore a lot of hats— including mayor, coach, meter reader, but mostly friend to all. At heart he was always a janitor! His father was a janitor and he said he started working with his dad when he was about 9. He couldn’t walk anywhere without picking up all the trash. He said it was a habit he couldn’t break, and didn’t even try as it honored his two fathers— his earthly one and His heavenly one. I am proud to be among his friends.
I'm a working on building
For my lord for my lord
It's a holy ghost building
For my lord for my lord
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Tyrone will be deeply missed! He was loved by all because he loved! ~Amy-Patsy
I like men that know where they are going:)
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