David-Inglett-Obituary

David C. Inglett Jr.

Augusta, Georgia

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AUGUSTA, Ga. - Mr. David Charlie "Boo Boo" Inglett Jr. entered into rest Monday, November 6, 2006 at Medical College of Georgia. He was a self-employed painter working in construction and was of the Baptist faith. Funeral services will be held Friday, November 10, 2006 at 2:00 p.m. from Elliott...

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To the Inglett Family,

I want to express my deepest condolences. My heart thoughts are with you in this time of need. I just heard about this tragedy and wanted you to know that you are all loved and missed.

My heart goes out to you at this time and in the days ahead.

Blanche,
Sorry to hear of David passing,my thoughts and prayers are with you.Don't know if you remember me I grew on Goodrich St.with my grandparents Mr and Mrs Carroll when ya'll lived there.

May the love of friends and family carry you through your grief.

Eddie & Mr.&Mrs.Inglett,
Sorry to here of the loss of your
bother/son.We want to express our deepest sympathy.Our prayers are with ya'll.
Cindy&Mike Griswell

This is to express my deepest condolence on the loss of David. We had family ties and were childhood friends...growing up together in school and on Chaffee Avenue, where many friends played together. Remembering David's laugh brings on a smile. It will be my prayer that the Holy Spirit of God will rain down peace on David's loved ones in this time of deep sorrow. May God bring a hope that gives way to the joy of knowing there is a more vivid and real life after this one has rested.

David and Blanche,
I am so sorry I was unable to attend to pay my respects for Little David, but my heart and prayers are with you.
Pat Merkerison

I found that poem in the guest book listing--it seemed to fit Boo Boo. He will be missed by anyone who ever had the pleasure of knowing him. It's sad when time runs out on us. If you need anything please don't hesitate to call.

In My Pocket

I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.