William G. Clark

I SEE HIM EVERYWHERE I was talking to a friend one day as we walked along our way. We talked about politics and religion; you know to pass the time of day. He said I've been a believer most of my life and I thank the Lord for my family and my wife. One thing I might say less I hesitate. I wonder what his face looks like you know because he is so great. I turned around to my friend and said. I see his face in the morning and in the Sun so red. I see him in my family and my friends. I see him...

LIFE BUT A VAPOR Tomorrow may never happen. The uncertainty of today. Our lives are but a vapor. Just a puff and we're blown away. Winding roads we travel can lead us far from home. The world can be a beautiful place sprinkle with much sin. Just one mistake can change our life. We're never the same again. Troubles can be around the corner. We must always be on guard. Always travel the narrow road. The pathway to the Lord. The Lord is our Candle. He lights up the day and night. Jesus is...

My condolences to the family.. my uncle brother truly will be missed. He was fun to be around and telling jokes all the time. His wife my aunt Betty did everything together. I remember growing up in Alaska with him and the stories he would tell. RIP unk Stephania and Creacy Boggess

Mr and Mrs Marshall we were so sorry to hear of his passing. He was a very good friend and a great person he was always willing to help we Will miss him dearly God be with the family sincerely Mr and Mrs Willie Marshall PS would have come to funeral if would have known

My sincere condolences to the family of William (Bill) Clark. Bill and I met in Alaska in 1976. We both worked in Accounting with ARCO, and were both members of Shiloh Missionary Baptist Church. His Uncle (Mr. Burton), another member at church, took us out several times on the big boat for fishing in Seward, Alaska. Bill was a great worker and was a joy to have in the group. We had gatherings with he and Betty. After leaving Alaska, we visited each other in Waco and had many laughs together...

Broken hearts can be mended, but they will never be the same. Because the loss of love ones there will always be pain. They´re in a better place and we know that is so. It´s just our "mended hearts" have trouble when it comes to letting Go. Raymond Carey

On his last trip to Alaska, we golfed in a 4-man best ball tournament in Anchorage on the hillside. He had so much fun and he told us stories about golfing in the late 70´s when he still lived in Ak and told us a story about the one time he and Daddy were young and he took him on the golf course to work with him and my Daddy didn´t last 1 day at it as he hated it and walked back home. My Uncle had such a good time that beautiful day that we golfed and was a putting machine sinking some...