Teresa Payne Gibbs
Franklinton
Teresa Payne Gibbs, 57, died Saturday, January 19, 2019. She was born April 9, 1961 in Durham to the late Helen Elizabeth Karleskint Payne and the late Vivian Troy “Jack” Payne.
Teresa was a teacher for nearly 25 years and was a great lover of gardening and all things that could grow. On any given day she could be found in her classroom reading books to the hundreds of children she taught over 25 years or in her yard tending to flowers.
She had a great love for EMS, with her daughter and son-in-law working as paramedics. As her daughter finished her degree in EMS, her now son-in-law wanted to pursue his training in EMS. While Candice famously didn’t think it was a good idea, Teresa was an ardent supporter of him following in Candice’s footsteps. When Teresa was hospitalized before her passing, she took every opportunity to tell the other healthcare providers just how great paramedics were and that they were the best at starting IVs.
She was especially grateful to Paramedic Alex Stephenson of Franklin County EMS and the staff at WakeMed North Emergency Department who cared for her during her illness.
Teresa was preceded in death by her parents; her siblings, Linda Carol Payne Hare, Joseph Frederick Payne, Rita Joyce Payne Richardson, Edward Payne; a nephew, Jeffrey Scott Ferrell; and a great-nephew, Scott Wayne Ferrell.
Teresa is survived by her children, Candice Ryan-Supples and husband, Timothy Supples, and William Jack Ryan; siblings, Laura Payne Richardson, Mary Elizabeth Payne Pridgen, Helen Marie Payne Taylor and John Maurice Payne; nieces and nephews, Christopher Michael Hare and his wife, Marsha, Timothy Pridgen and his wife, Stefanie, Layton Pridgen and his wife, Laura, Trina Pridgen, Lorie Richardson Clifton and her husband, Kevin Clifton, Allen Payne, Christy Taylor Edwards and her husband, Stephen Edwards, and Joshua Taylor and his wife, Tracy; great-nieces and great-nephews, Emilee and Megan Clifton, Matthew Pridgen, Hunter Pridgen, Joseph and Kayla Fowler, Ashley, Haley, and Carlee Edwards.
A Mass of Christian Burial was celebrated at St. Catherine of Siena Catholic Church at 11 a.m. Friday, January 25, 2019.
A service of Bright Funeral Home & Cremation Center, 405 South Main Street, Wake Forest. (919) 556-5811
James A. ‘Jim’ ‘Hoss’ Creech
Knightdale
James A. Creech, 94, of Knightdale passed from this life surrounded by his loving wife of 73 years, Joyce Soprano Creech, and family members.
In his remarkable life, he raised three daughters, Jeannine Weeks (Paul) of Louisville, Tennessee, Jamie Reinsch (John) of Rock Hill, South Carolina and Jerri Buck (Glenn) of Knightdale. He is also survived by his four grandchildren, James Weeks (Erika) of Nashville, Tennessee, Catherine Robson (Derek) of Billerica, Massachusetts, Justin Buck (Carrington) of Raleigh and Kathleen Wilkerson of Sumter, South Carolina. He is survived by his brother, Roy Creech, and was preceded in death by his siblings, Ruth, Edward, Tom, Joe and Percy. He would learn shortly before his passing that he was to become a great-grandfather which would have brought him great joy. But it is not the story of his passing that I want to share with you, but rather the story of this extraordinary, yet ordinary man and his life well lived.
Born to Walter and Bertha Creech of Smithfield on Jan. 3, 1925, he spent his youth delivering newspapers and doing whatever odd jobs he could to help his family during the depression years. While caddying for a local lawyer on an otherwise uneventful day on the ninth hole at Holt Lake Golf Course, a worker came running out and announced that Pearl Harbor had just been bombed. Without hesitation and showing his lifelong patriotism and love of country, he enlisted, joining the U.S. Army 26th Yankee Division and became embroiled in the European theatre. He served as an infantryman in France and Germany, earning marksmanship awards and volunteering for many special combat missions.
On one of those missions, he was wounded by enemy shrapnel fire, leading to his capture. He was the only soldier to survive that mission on that Thanksgiving eve patrol. He was held as a POW in Germany for 154 days. During his days as a prisoner of war, he befriended one of his German captors, Heinz Stechow. Jim always told Heinz “the Americans are going to win this war and when we do, you tell them that you befriended me and they will treat you well.” He gave Heinz his home address on a small scrap of paper to carry with him as proof. That friendship not only survived his days of captivity, but many years after the war was over they reconnected and Jim and Joyce went to Bremen, Germany to visit his lifelong friend who had become an accomplished artist. They remained in constant contact until Heinz’ passing. One thing you could always count on, when Jim Creech befriended you, it was for a lifetime. Mr. Creech was promoted to SSgt in November, 2007 and was the recipient of two Purple Hearts and two Bronze Stars.
He and a new army enlistee buddy, Earl Schnabel, had met two sisters in Earl’s hometown of Allentown, Pennsylvania. Dad told Earl he was going to marry Joyce and that was all there was to it – love at first sight. They wrote letters, telegrams, post cards, whatever they could throughout his basic training and continued as he was shipped overseas to France and Germany and many places in between. Dad’s capture left her without contact and wondering if he was even still alive until she received a telegram that he was “missing in action.” Later her letters were returned “undeliverable” when she sent them to the POW camp where she was told he was being held. After Dad was liberated and returned to the states, he went straight to Pennsylvania and they walked several miles to the magistrate’s office in Allentown and were immediately married.
That marriage has lasted 73 years of devotion to each other and they raised three daughters together. Dad always said that he would never be cold or go hungry again after his POW days, and always wanted everyone around him to have enough to eat. At each meal for the rest of his life, even if Mom had fixed his very favorite meal, he would always leave a little bit of food on his plate and would tell you it was ”for the prisoners.”
After surviving POW camp, he returned to civilian life and began his career, appropriately enough in the grocery business. He worked with Colonial Stores, Clark’s, Piggly Wiggly, Big Star and Grand Union stores, striving for better opportunities. Starting out as a meat cutter, he always gave attention to each and every customer request. He was a true “company man” and labored long hours to have the best meat case of any store around while constantly striving to keep his gross margins the highest of any store every week. It was a sense of pride and accomplishment for him just like everything he did in life. He rose through the ranks to become department manager, district manager; Transferring many times, uprooting his life and family to pursue opportunities to better their lives at other stores, other states, finally retiring as division meat merchandising manager in the Raleigh division.
Life with Dad was never dull, and afforded his children the opportunity to meet many of the colorful characters he encountered in this career. How many kids can say they met the original “Little Oscar” and rode in the original Oscar Meyer Weinermobile, or sat on the tall shoulders of Benny Reynolds, the 1961 All Around World Champion Cowboy, or Miss America 1963 and other local “beauty queens” that were invited to the new store openings throughout the years. Life with Dad was always fun and interesting and offered new adventures on a regular basis.
After retirement, he put the same total commitment into his new lifestyle. He was regularly asked to speak to area school classes and assemblies about his wartime experiences. He felt this to be a strong calling for he believed that real history, especially regarding WW II, is no longer being taught in schools and that if people never learn the real truths of war, they are doomed to repeat the same mistakes. He often received many letters back from the students with poignant questions and comments that made him realize just how important it was for him to pass this knowledge along to younger generations.
He was interviewed many times by print and TV reporters who wrote articles for newspapers in North Carolina and also in Joyce’s home state of Pennsylvania, and he appeared on special interest broadcast television programs. One such TV program was “Primetime,” a weekend community affairs program hosted by Ervin Hester, another lifelong friend. Ervin met Dad in the early ‘50s when there were not many job opportunities for a young black man in their small town. Dad gave Ervin his first job working with him at the grocery store in Oxford. Ervin said that Dad and Mom were the first white people to let them eat with them at their kitchen table, something he never forgot and retold many times over during his lifetime. Ervin credited Dad with giving him opportunity and purpose, and he went on to become the first African-American newscast anchor in the Southeast for WTVD in the 1970s and would later be inducted into the NC Association of Broadcasters Hall of Fame in 1996 — the first African-American to receive that honor. He visited with Dad at least once or twice a year throughout his life and in his later years he had his daughter bring him to visit because he was no longer able to drive himself for health reasons. He never missed a chance to tell Dad what an impact he had on his life and remained another lifelong friend until his passing just a few months ago.
Dad embraced hobbies with newfound zest since he finally had time to “actively relax” in retirement. He and Mom would walk a mile or more each day even into his late 80s. He would stop off at neighbor’s houses to carry the newspapers from the driveway up to the doorway, or roll the trash bins back to the house, or numerous other small but considerate gestures. He would stop and share a kind word or concern, and since they moved from the neighborhood into a retirement community, the residents still continue to ask about him and send him their best wishes. He particularly enjoyed spending time talking “war stories” with his neighbor, Tim Shermer, and his son, Chase. Tim was instrumental in helping Dad finally receive his long overdue Army promotion to staff sergeant. His paperwork had been lost after his discharge and Dad had tried unsuccessfully for years to get it put through, but had given up. Tim took up the cause and on Nov. 12, 2007 Dad was finally presented with his stripes. Tim was not just another neighbor, but a lifelong friend and a Masonic brother.
Dad always loved being outside so gardening was one of his greatest passions. He always strived to have the biggest, tastiest and the first juicy ripe red tomato of the season. He happily labored long hours on end even into his late 80s, even in the hot summer weather, and amazingly, would never break a sweat. His large backyard garden was a source of personal pride for him. It was usually so prolific that he sold his excess produce to make some small spending cash, but moreover it gave him the opportunity to meet and converse with neighbors and also with perfect strangers who fast became new friends. Always a salesman, and never wanting to let anything go to waste – a trait that was engrained in him from a childhood of the Depression – he would display his garden bounty of tomatoes, green beans, corn, okra, butter beans, and so much more, often have his “regulars” call him well before spring planting just to be sure they were on his “list” to let them know when a particular thing was available.
Wednesday was always “FISHING DAY” and he would meet up with George Murphy at Moore’s Pond. Dad learned the fine skills of fly fishing and that is where he would spend every Wednesday after his retirement. They would plan their menus for fishing day luncheon each week and prepare a feast before spending the rest of the day catching crappie, bream and bass till the buckets were full and the sun was setting. George honed his skills as cook on a Navy submarine in wartime and later running Murphy House and their luncheons were feasts to most people. They would eat, talk, fish all day and just enjoy their friendship. Dad even snagged “a big one” on a particular day when he caught George in the cheek with his hook during a cast! But mostly, he would bring home so many fish to fill the freezer, or just give away to the neighbors. In particular, he would call Ms. Elisabeth to come get fish which delighted them both… in the giving and the receiving. George and Dad’s fishing days were some of their very best days until Dad could no longer drive or go fishing. His buddy George visited him and they talked fishing until George’s sudden passing but it was another lifetime friendship.
Woodworking gave him great pleasure and he always strived for excellence in every project. He would draw designs for a piece, then set out to create a “one of a kind” useful, practical item. He would create everyday things such as kitchen towel holders, napkin holders, fish scalers using wooden handles and bottlecaps, and wooden shelves to pass the time in his workshop. But his creativity and skill came to light with some of his more endearing and creative works for his children and grandchildren. He designed and built cradles for the birth of his grandchildren, built toys such as replica military jeeps and tanks and guns, handpainted in army green with great detail on each piece, and a dollhouse fit for a princess made for his granddaughter.
But one of his most memorable pieces was the one he crafted that gained him a nickname that stuck with him for the remainder of his life. He designed and built a wooden riding rocking horse with yarn tail. He cleverly hid it in a back room with a long string tied to it running down the hallway to the Christmas tree. When young Justin followed the string down the hall and opened the door and saw it, he joyfully shouted out ‘HOSS” (he was still too young to pronounce horse) — he climbed on it and started rocking away, repeating over and over again, “HOSS, HOSS, HOSS.” So from then on, he was no longer Grandpa – now he was the one and only “HOSS”… and he remained Hoss for the rest of his life to family and friends alike… the name just stuck. He built many other wonderfully practical items for his and others’ homes, but none seem to express him and his love of creating things to please others than those he created for his grandchildren.
One of his most endearing traits was his love of telling jokes. During his working years, he would always come home with the jokes he had heard at the store or at the warehouse, and he had such a gift in re-telling them that always made them even more humorous than when he had first heard them. On one particular occasion two of his brothers came to visit him. They sat on the porch and the joke telling began. For several hours they bantered back and forth non-stop to see who could tell the most and the best jokes. It was hilarious as they tried to outdo each other. But in the end, Dad bested them — both in number of jokes and best laughs. It was just another of his many gifts because he knew humor could always make any situation better.
If you took a moment today to view the table with Dad’s military memories on it, you already know what a dedicated patriot he was and remained throughout his life. He always called himself “Lucky Jim” because he cheated death on so many occasions. He had pneumonia twice as a child and the doctors twice said he would not pull through. He contracted malaria as a young child playing in a mosquito-laden river as a small boy in Smithfield. He saw his army brothers killed standing right next to him, and survived the horrors of war. When he first realized he had to kill another human being as he stared down a German soldier and knew it was “him or me” – a decision and memory that would stay with him his entire life. He survived his days as a German prisoner of war. He survived so many situations that a lesser man never would have, and as he titled his memoir story, “I Lived to Tell About It.” Dad never considered himself a hero, but a patriot that did his job to defend his country, protect his family and protect the American lifestyle we all enjoy.
His last few years suffering from the ravages of Alzheimer’s dementia took away so many of his memories of a life well lived. But he shared so many of his life experiences with others that we all know the hero he really was, especially to his wife, three daughters and the countless people he encountered along the way. He gathered lifelong friends like a bee gathers pollen, going from place to place, gathering the nectar of love and friendship and taking it back home to share with the hive, his family, his friends and his community.
He had a few favorite expressions that he used throughout life that I will share with you as closing thoughts…
…when life seemed to weigh heavily on him or others he loved, he would tell you…“that’s not today’s problem” and you immediately realized it wasn’t…
…when he took time to sit on the porch swing and gaze over the garden or watch the birds, horses and chickens while having “Miller Time” after a hard day he would often say “it just don’t get any better than this”… and he truly meant it.
…when he felt abundantly blessed and it was a perfect day… he would exclaim “I wonder what the poor people are doing now”
…whenever you asked him how he was doing or feeling, even in his last days, he was always “okee dokee”
He always told us “growing old is not for sissies” but he showed us how to do it with grace. He knew that his wife and his three daughters – “Neenebelle”, “Jimbo” and “Jerico” would miss him terribly and hung on until he no longer could… and that is the true hero that I am proud to say was my father –
A funeral service was held at Saturday afternoon, February 2, 2019, in the Chapel of Bright Funeral Home. Entombment will follow in Pine Forest Memorial Gardens with full military honors and Masonic graveside rites.
In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to the Masonic Home for Children, 600 College St., Oxford, NC 27565 or to Transitions LifeCare, 250 Hospice Circle, Raleigh, NC 27607.
A service of Bright Funeral Home & Cremation Center, 405 South Main Street, Wake Forest. (919) 556-5811
Shirley Poole Journigan
Raleigh
Shirley Poole Journigan finished her earthly journey on January 26, 2019 and went on to her justly deserved place in heaven.
Shirley was born on October 14, 1935 to the late Hubert and Zula Poole in Raleigh. She loved her family with all her heart and soul. She was loved by all for her love, devotion, and generosity to others, including those she did not know. She will always be remembered for being the best wife, mother, sister, and grandmother to her family. We will always love and remember you, mom.
Shirley had many passions in her life, notably gardening, most especially flowers, and music. She was a great supporter of her grandson’s band, Black Horse Run. All her grandsons were the absolute light of her life.
A celebration of Shirley’s life took place on Sunday, February 3, 2019, in the Chapel of Bright Funeral Home.
Shirley is survived by her devoted soul-mate and husband of 63 years, Sidney; son, Michael and wife, Stefanie; son, Ken and wife, Dee; four grandchildren, Michael Jr., Matthew, William, and Conner; sister, Barbara; and many nieces and nephews. She was preceded in death by her parents, and two sisters, Edna and Marie.
In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made in her honor to the American Diabetes Association or NorthPark Church of God.
A service of Bright Funeral Home & Cremation Center, 405 South Main Street, Wake Forest. (919) 556-5811
Frances H. Simmons
Wake Forest
Frances H. Simmons passed away on January 27, 2019 after a long fight with cancer. She was born in Charlotte and most recently lived in Wake Forest.
Frances was preceded in death by her husband, Robert Simmons; son, Jim Simmons; and great-granddaughter, Kahlan Clinton.
She is survived by her daughter, Lisa Lambert and son-in-law, Pete Lambert; granddaughters, Elizabeth Lambert and Amy Clinton and husband, Ray Clinton; and great-grandson, Kameron James Clinton.
A memorial service at a date to be announced will be held in Atlanta, Georgia.
A service of Bright Funeral Home & Cremation Center, 405 South Main Street, Wake Forest. (919) 556-5811
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James E. Prosser
Youngsville
James E. Prosser, 61, of Youngsville passed away Thursday, January 31, 2019. He was born June 13, 1957 in Shelbyville, Illinois, a son of the late Lawrence and Kathryn (Downs) Prosser.
He is survived by his wife of 29 years, Catherine Grace Dyson Prosser; his daughter, Marissa (Rooster) Caitlin Prosser; his son, Jacob Scott Prosser; his honorary daughter, Sina Marlena Schuldt; his sister, Polly Jane Prosser; and his brothers, Larry Dean Prosser (U.S. Army Retired) and Paul Scott Prosser.
He is a graduate of Eastern Illinois University with a bachelor’s degree in U.S. History (Hon). He served in the U.S. Air Force for 27 years, and the last seven years as a first sergeant. He was a passionate advocate for all veterans and worked hard to make sure every veteran received the benefits that they earned.
Jim was a devoted son who fulfilled his promise to his mother to show her the world. He was also an amazing husband and father who kept his promise, “We may never be rich, but I guarantee that you’ll never be bored.” He thoroughly enjoyed traveling and loved to learn about different cultures. Through his travels he developed a love of photography that he shares with his son, Jake. Being an avid golfer, one of his favorite trips was to St. Andrews to play the Old Course. He was loved by many and will be greatly missed.
Visitation will be held from 6 to 8 p.m. Thursday, February 7, 2019 at Bright Funeral Home. Interment will be held at a later time at Arlington National Cemetery.
In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made to one of the following: USO or North Carolina Dept. of the American Legion or to a local food bank.
A service of Bright Funeral Home & Cremation Service, 405 South Main Street, Wake Forest, NC 27587
Anna ‘Doris’ Woodlief
Wake Forest
Anna “Doris” Woodlief, 88, of Wake Forest passed away Friday, February 1, 2019. She was born February 24, 1930 in Wake County, a daughter of the late and John W. Upchurch and Beatrice (Walrup) Upchurch.
Doris was preceded in death by her first husband, James “Jimmy” Young, her second husband, Stancil Woodlief, and her son-in-law, Neil Holden.
She is survived by her two daughters, Deborah Young Holden, and Linda Young Sandlin; five step-children, and David Woodlief, who was very special to Doris.
The family would like to thank the staff at Brookdale Senior Living, Transitions LifeCare and Leanne Minnick with Dr’s. Making House Calls for all of their loving care and support they provided to Doris.
Memorial contributions may be made to Youngsville Baptist Church, PO Box 297, 315 East Main Street, Youngsville, NC 27596
Funeral services were held Monday afternoon, February 4, 2019, in the Chapel of Bright Funeral Home. Burial followed at Youngsville Town Cemetery.
A service of Bright Funeral Home & Cremation Service, 405 South Main Street, Wake Forest, NC 27587
William ‘Bill’ Warren
Wake Forest
William “Bill” Warren, 85, of Wake Forest passed away February 2, 2019 at home, surrounded by his family. He was born August 19, 1933 in Asheville, where he lived until his high school graduation form Ben Lippen School in 1952.
He served two years in the U.S. Army, stationed in Pirmasens, Germany, and following his honorable discharge in 1958 he dedicated much of his time to mentoring and encouraging youth through his involvement as a coach.
Bill met and married the love of his life in 1965. They moved to Henderson in 1968 to continue his 35-year career in the corporate office of Roses Stores, Inc.
Preceded in death by his wife, Claudette Smith Warren in 1969, he became a single parent, devoting himself to raising their only daughter from the age of three. He was her biggest supporter, giving selflessly every day of his life.
After he retired, Bill continued to nurture the lives of kids by volunteering in his daughter’s daycare daily for 10 years. He loved them and their families as his own. He loved God and his church. He lived his live with an unwavering faith in God and shared that faith with others.
A graveside service was held Wednesday, February 6, 2019, at Elmwood Cemetery in Henderson.
He is survived by his daughter, Lynn Warren Hebert and husband, David Hebert; grandchildren, Carly, Jennifer and Jacob Hebert; and so many others who affectionately knew him as Papa.
A service of Bright Funeral Home & Cremation Service, 405 South Main Street, Wake Forest, NC 27587
Kaye E. Davis
Rolesville
Frances Kaye Edwards Davis, 72, went to be with her Lord and Savior on Sunday, February 3, 2019. Kaye was born on October 2, 1946, to the late Rutherford Lee and Martha Frances “Sal” Edwards. She was a beloved wife, mother, grandmother and great-grandmother.
Kaye is survived by her husband of 54 years, Howard E “Pete” Davis; two daughters, Gina Stallings (Steve) of Wake Forest and Leian Hearne (Bill) of Raleigh. She is also survived by five grandchildren and six great-grandchildren who were the lights of her life; her sister, Sharron E. Goodwin (Mike) of Youngsville; six nieces and nephews; 10 great-nieces and great-nephews; and her beloved dog Prince, who was always by her side.
Kaye’s passion was her family. She loved being surrounded by them for Sunday lunches or their pop-in visits. Kaye’s other passion was her rose garden. She loved sharing her beautiful roses with family and friends.
The funeral service was Tuesday, February 5, 2019, in the Chapel of Bright Funeral Home with interment in Rolesville Baptist Church Cemetery.
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Alzheimer’s Association or Duke Children’s Hospital.
A service of Bright Funeral Home & Cremation Service, 405 South Main Street, Wake Forest, NC 27587
Claudia Francis Gattis
Wake Forest
Claudia Frances Gattis, 73, of Wake Forest, passed away January 21, 2019. She was born in Durham County to the late Claude Wesley Gattis and Hazel Riley Gattis. Ms. Gattis worked at the John Umstead Hospital for over 30 years and retired in 1996 as a seamstress. After retirement, Claudia found great joy in caring for people no matter if it were taking care of children or the elderly. As a caregiver, she touched many lives and will be greatly missed.
The funeral was held at noon Saturday, January 26, 2019 at Unity Baptist Church in Youngsville with burial at 3 p.m. the same day at Pleasant Green United Methodist Church in Durham.
Ms. Gattis is survived by her brother, Steve Gattis (Brenda) of Wake Forest; special nephew, Adam Riley Jr. (Hope) of Sanford; extended family in Sanford; special nanny to Jenny, Savanna and Alyssa; niece, Lisa Seeger (Robert) and their daughter, Bianca, of South Carolina; niece, Kristen Thomas (Leslie) and their daughters, Sophia and Raquel of Florida; nephew, Eric Artom of Colorado; special friends, Darlene Riley, Eva and Bobby Sanderford, Tina Pace, Anne McCarty and many other special people that supported Claudia. She was also preceded in death by her brother, George Artom.
Flowers are welcome or memorial contributions are requested to be sent to Unity Baptist Church, 6348 NC Highway 96 West, Youngsville, NC 27596.
A service of Clancy Strickland Wheeler Funeral Home, 1051 Durham Road, Wake Forest, NC. (919)556-7400
Ervin Dempsey ‘Demp’ Jenks
Raleigh
Ervin Dempsey “Demp” Jenks passed away at home peacefully with his family by his side on Sunday, February 3, 2019. Demp was born on February 26, 1931 in Raleigh, North Carolina. He served in the U.S. Army during the Korean War from 1952-1954, leaving with the rank of corporal.
Demp was preceded in death by his wife of 55 years, Bette Brown Jenks; brother, Max Jenks; and sister, Margie King. He is survived by his sister, Sylvia and husband, Kenneth Bigham; brother, Hubert and wife, Polly Jenks; his son, Ronald and wife, Pat Jenks; daughter, Denise Jenks; and daughter, Debbie and her husband, Doug Byrne. He has five grandchildren, Hunter and wife, Betsy Jenks, Grey and wife, Katie Young, Parker Jenks, Melissa and husband, Michael Phillips and Taylor Jenks. Demp also has three great-grandchildren, Ava Jenks, Claire Jenks and Gunner Phillips; nephews, Arnie Jenks, Kort Brown; and niece, Nicole Moore.
Services will be held this Thursday, February 7, 2019, at Falls Baptist Church with visitation and viewing at 1 p.m., funeral service at 2 p.m., followed by burial at Falls Cemetery.
In lieu of flowers the family request that donations be made in Demp’s honor to Saving Grace Animal Adoption at 13400 Old Creedmoor Road, Wake Forest, NC 27587.
A service of Clancy Strickland Wheeler Funeral Home, Wake Forest, NC. (919)556-7400
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