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April 03, 2006
Archie Cantelou LeBron
Archie was born in Montgomery, Alabama on November 13, 1943 to the late Adolphe and Warree Carmichael LeBron. He was raised in Montezuma, Georgia and the woods of Coosa County, where he returned to build his retirement home in 2002.
He was a graduate of Auburn University, as well as Oklahoma University and the University of Nebraska. He retired as a Colonel from the Air Force Reserves after serving around the world as a meteorologist. He also retired from Texas Instruments in Dallas, Texas where he lived with his wife and children for 26 years. He was married to Linda for over 35 years. His son, Graham, is a musician based in Oakland, California. His daughter, Camille, is a pastor in Little Rock Arkansas, where she lives with her husband, Jonathan Powell. Archie was very proud that his children have chosen to use their creative gifts to bring joy to others. He is also survived by his sister, Sally Holland, and brother, Malcom LeBron, and countless faithful friends and family.
Archie's call in life was simply to be helpful to others. He lived a dedicated and active life of faithful service to his church and community, and to friends and strangers. He was a proud Presbyterian Elder and his favorite hour of the week was teaching his Sunday school class. His last months were filled with messages of love from all over the country, reminding him of how important he had been in so many lives in so many quiet ways.
In honor of his life, and his love for the Alabama outdoors and the Presbyterian Church, the Canoe Launch at the new Living River Presbyterian Camp & Conference Center will be built in Archie's name. Donations may be sent to:
First Presbyterian Church
100 South Norton
Sylacauga, AL 35150
Posted by goldengram at April 3, 2006 07:08 PM
Comments
Gram,
I have a comment. I'm so sorry that you lost your dear father so young for him , and so young for you. I know what it means to lose a parent at whatever juncture you or your parent is.
There are no platitudes and no concrete comforts. It just is what it is.
Our comforts over such a devastating loss are very base and simple.....Memories. Like wondrous photographs, they churn inside and succor us, lull us into the place that parent would love to see us. With these images we are still theirs, they are still ours. It is the way of things....bittersweet, personal and quite beautiful.
The day after (Grandbaby) William was born, my father died. Evan's sister, Calla was so feverish and ill that I could not leave her. I had to choose for the living; I'm her Mama. I had to forego my own Dad's funeral. Pretty tearful, I'll bet you can understand. William is named after my Dad.
I wish you the peace your Daddy would want for you on this Father's Day, 2006. Please treat yourself like the "Golden" Gram you are. Your Dad helped you to attain your heights!!!!!
Much Love and Caring,
Deborah (Evan's Mom)
Posted by: deborah foster at June 18, 2006 07:53 PM