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Clement Howard Walker Sr.
Jun 14, 1933 – Oct 24, 2017 (Age 84)
Dear family and friends, we will be having a celebration of Clement “Windy” Walker, Sr. life at our home on this Saturday, Oct. 28th from 1-6 pm and next Sat. Nov. 4th. And for our out of town Family and friends who can’t be with us then we will plan a homecoming for NJ sometime soon with dates to be announced later. He asked to be cremated and no funeral. We are honoring his wishes. All are welcome either day. Feel free to stop by/bring your favorite dish and beverage! Clement and I lived together for most of my life. He was the 1st man I loved. He was the 1st man who got on my nerves. He was the 1st who broke my heart. He was the 1st man to make me Tiki and make me Walker strong. He was the 1st man who made sure I knew my family. He was my 1st family who loved my family. He wasn’t the best husband and father, but he made up for it later. He is the last human man I will love as a Dad. My Dad was born on June 14, 1933, (Flag Day) in Camden, NJ. A fact that he was super proud of, and hoped to return to Camden one day. The only son of Edna Walker, nephew and cousin of many in our most special Walker family. Brother, uncle and cousin to his brothers and sisters of the Jones family. He served (his way) in the US Air Force as an airplane mechanic during a time period when black men were not allowed opportunities to express themselves, or show their knowledge and skills, but he did! Many of you have heard the stories many, many, many times. He married our Mom, Helen Francis Lee Walker, on June 16, 1962. From which came Tiki, Breezy, and Kiddles. We lived happily in North and East Camden. We were part of a large extended family for which I will always be grateful. He talked a lot and had his opinions his whole life about everything and everyone, Oh Lord did he! Both of our parents were employed at the original Campbell Soup factory in Camden. My Dad said he actually coined the phrase “O-O spagetti-O’s” (which was not proven by family members). He also was famous (in his mind and ours) for being one of the original Camden’s Wheels of Soul (Parkside) along with his besties Uncle Bill (Bones), Lillian Brown, Della and Mary Lee. Our Dad knew a whole bunch of people throughout Camden. And was he was famous for saying, “I may not know lot, but I know a little of everything.” His stories were always BIGGER than life. After his devastating motorcycle accident in 1984 he was changed forever. After our family returned from Italy we brought him home to our family in Georgia in the early 90’s. He has been a member of our family ever since (with a couple of pit stops). He has been a friend to many of our friends (way too many list) over the last 20+ years since I’ve lived in Georgia. He was PopPop to many including his precious grandchildren, Cherisa and Chiara (he had 42 different opinions about) great-grandchildren Gabrielle, Christopher, Sahara, Maxwell, and Corey. He remained very proud of “what he made.” His love and respect for Paul (J.C., or P.C., and #1) was so very special and he truly admired him for taking care him and loving him and his daughter and family. Over the last 10 years my Dad redeveloped a bond with his son Breezy and Kiddles, cousins Jeraldine Jones (Janine & Bobby family), Michael, Antonio, Joanne, Keisha and Erica; brothers Shag and Bill, Barbara, (and of course Delores-Delicious), William (Thumpy) Brown, Vivian, Whitney Jones, and his most special nephew Quentin Jones. And least not let me forget his Hawkins - grand neices/nephews! Some how he remembered all y’all! A special thank you to my Georgia sister, Gwandolyn Presbury, who helped us take care of him, stay with him, feed him, laughed with him, gave an occasional sip, and loved him like a Dad for the last 5 years. Our family would like to thank you all for the tremendous support, prayers of comfort, calls, and texts. Our hearts our truly broken but we know God will heal us soon. Thank you to all of our friends at City of Morrow & Lake City, Century 21 Meridian Reality, Airtran and Southwest Airlines! Finally, thank you to my wonderful best friend, Paul Carter! Our daughters for your presence and comforting words, as it has not been long since suffering the loss of your Dad. Sometimes love hurts. May God continue to give us peace and strength during this heart wrenching time. Even now we must look to the hills from whence cometh our help..the Lord shall continue to keep us, in perfect peace; though we may sway, bend, or feel crushed, we will indeed weather this storm with continued faith! In the words of my Dad, when he feels the conversation is over...”And Just That.”