Clitus A. Moorehead Sr.

A letter to my Daddy, Dear Daddy, we spent years writing 1another. That's how we stayed in touch. I could not let you go for anything in this world. I have good memories of you before the letter's began. I remember you as a sports man. You hunted wild meat-rabbits, coon and groundhog. You fished, as well. I can still see you cleaning the fish. Mommy would put me on her lap with a hairpin so I could pop the fish eggs, the highlife of my life. I also remember a pool table in the lower level...

Praying for you and your family love earnest Goodwin and Maria Adams

As the days and weeks pass, and as you return to life's routine, may you continue to feel comforted by the love and support of family and friends.

I am devastated but I am happy that you got to meet your Great Nephew for the first time a few months ago and you got to see how big my other kids have gotten. Watch over us and tell Uncle Bill we miss him, too. Destiny, Floyd Jr, Silas, Milan, Londyn, & Giovanni