Percy Lee "Mike" Host Jr.

Thought the world of my Capt...r.i.p.

Mr. Mike was the grandaddy I never had. I grew up with mr. Mike and miss phyliss is what we called them, for 25 years as my neighbors. My dads dad passed a year before we were born. "We" being my twin sister Blair. And my moms dad died when we were babies pretty much. Every time I had any boy problems or concerns mr. Mike would set me straight. I love them as much as my blood. I love you miss. Phyliss and just think Mr. Mike and bonona are hanging out. I will miss him more than I can explain....

Phyllis / Mike... --- There was not a better man in this world than Mr. Mike... --- I grew up next door to Mike Host from the time I was 3 years old to after my 18th. birthday and learned much about being a good man and a good father from watching my own Dad and Mike raise a neighborhood full of boys and they kept their eyes and ears on us. Mike was a man who lived his life to help anyone who needed it and showed that to all of us who were around him. After my Dad died in 1985, Mike took care...

My Papa was a good man. I love him with all of my heart and so does my daughter. I always enjoyed my Papa's sense of humor. I could always count on him for a laugh. I could also always count on him to tell it like it was. He was never afraid to say exactly what he thought. He was always willing to help people, especially his family. Even as his health declined, he did everything he could possibly do to help others. My Papa had a heart of gold. And he will be in my heart forever. I will never...

The absolute best times in my life was being stationed on Jamestown Ave. with Captain Host. No words can express what a fine person he was ...Bless the Host family... Eddie Cooper

Year after year my Pop gave his time and his sweat to help others, for no other reason than that was who he was. He expressed his love and friendship through deeds, not words. It was simple - if you needed something done, he did it. Over the span of his lifetime he constructed a monument of good deeds, one brick at a time. He will be missed by many, but by none more Mom and me.

"Real worth requires no interpreter. Its everyday deeds form its emblem." - Nicholas Chamfort