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Daddy(left)and His Brother Elvin
This page is made in honor of my daddy ,who died at the young age of 50 years old. He died in 1962, so its been along time ago but I remember him as if it were yesterday. My daddy's name was William Earl King. He was a small man and very quite. He didn't talk much, unless he was spoken to. He was the sweetest man that God ever made and put on this earth. Daddy had a brother named Elvin , that was killed in W.W.II and five sisters, Helen, Naomi, Monnie, Billye and Gerrie.
I sometimes wonder why God saw fit to take him from this earth so soon, when we all needed and loved him so much. My brother ,Bill, was 14 years old and daddy's boy and I was 21 years old and married and had a 3 month old little boy named Michael, daddy's first grandchild.
Daddy, Mama and Me
Daddy had been having stomach problems for quite awhile, it seems , but he didn't tell anyone about it. He thought that if he didn't work, his family didn't eat, so he kept quite. He had never been to the doctor except when he was in the army , not even a checkup. He was a salesman, truck driver, for Gordon Potato Chip Co. One Sunday morning, January, 1962, he was up early with pain so bad that he couldn't ignore it anymore. He had been sick all night, throwing up and hurting. He was taken to the hospital and told he had a ruptured ulcer and was taken into surgery. When the doctors came out ,they said they had never seen anyone in that bad of shape on the inside. Daddy ‘s ulcer had ruptured, spilling the contents of his stomach acid on the other organs. He lost his pancreas, he had gall bladder problems too. He was in bad shape. He laid in the hospital for six weeks and went through another operation during that time to try to fix things but it wasn't to be and he died on March 7,1962.
His six week battle was so hard but he never once complained. He took whatever they gave him and said not a word. He never had food or drink for all that time. He kept the faith he had in the Lord Jesus and he knew he was ok. When he was in his last few days , his fever had gone so high (108) and he didn't have a mind left because it had burned up. He didn't know us at all but he would lay in his bed and talk to Jesus. He saw Jesus as plain as day and he would talk to him and tell him that he was ready to go home. In that last day, Jesus reached down and pulled my daddy up out of that bed of pain and into the presence of God. I still miss him and think of him often and I know that I will see him again one day because he was a Christian.
Some of daddy's nurses were saved because of seeing his faith through those awful days and the fact that he never complained and continued to love the Lord. They marveled at how he could lay there in what had to be awful pain and just talk to Jesus. He would carry on conversations and he would tell everyone to come over here and listen to Jesus talk. I have always believed that he really saw Jesus at those times and that Jesus was talking to him too. This is why , that I know beyond any doubt that I will see my daddy again when I get to heaven.
Daddy loved to play golf and it was said that he was good enough to have gone pro. When I was growing up, all I ever remember was Mama, Bill and Me going to church and my daddy going to play golf. He wasn't a Christian then, but about 5 years before he died he accepted Jesus as his savior and he never played golf again on Sunday. He went to church with his family.
Daddy ,just before he got sick, holding Michael
He was such a good husband and father and was so proud of his first grandson. He got sick when Michael was just 3 months old and died when he was 5 months .I still think it was such a shame to have him gone so young and that he never got see his grandchildren.
When he was in the hospital, our church, helped out with everything. They fed us and all the family for 6 weeks. The food just never stopped coming and someone was always there to clean up or babysit or anything we needed. The men would come by and always left giving mama money. My mama and daddy had no money or ins and daddy had to have round the clock nurses. I don't think they had such things as ICU back then. Daddy was loved by everyone and they wanted to help and by the grace of God , at the end of every week, there was enough money to pay all the nurses, just through, the giving of generous church people.
Daddy's five sisters that came to see him from Memphis were amazed at what they saw going on there. They couldn't believe it. We belonged to Second Baptist Church , ElDorado, then and still do today. Today , I serve on the comfort and care ministry that sees to it that food is taken and meal is fixed and served on the day of the funeral of any of our church members.
I have two daddy's in heaven today, my earthly daddy and my heavenly daddy. They will both be waiting for me, when I get there one day.
If you would like to read about our church, I have a page on my site about it. I also have my Mother's life story , which tells about daddy back when she first met him, when he was just a young good looking boy and fell in love with him. It's a great story , that you will enjoy reading.
Thanks for coming and reading my pages.
In Memory Of William Earl King
July 19, 1911-March 7, 1962