Dashon Lamb

Dashon M. Lamb, aged 34, passed away peacefully on Friday, January 9, 2026. Known to many as "Dada," he was born on October 24, 1990, at Our Lady of Lourdes Hospital in Camden, New Jersey, to Maisha K. Adams and Wayne Jennings.

A lifelong resident of Camden, Dashon was educated in the Camden City School District and carried himself with a quiet strength and steady presence that left a lasting impression on those who truly knew him. He was baptized at St. John Baptist Church in Camden during his youth, grounding him in faith in his own personal way.

To know Dashon was to know loyalty, protection, and a heart that showed up even when life was heavy. He was quiet, respectful, trustworthy, and deeply loved his family. Those who truly knew Dashon knew a man whose heart was as steady as it was generous. He was the kind of person who showed up without being asked and gave without keeping score. If someone he loved was in need, Dashon quietly stepped in, handled what needed to be done, and asked for nothing in return. He was solid and loyal-someone you could confide in, lean on, and trust to keep your words safe.

When it came to food, everyone already knew Dashon's response: "I ain't eating that." It didn't matter how good you swore it was or how long you tried to explain-if there was anything on it, in it, or touching it that he didn't like, the decision was final. There was no hiding ingredients either, especially onions; Dashon had a built-in detector and always found them. He was just as serious about cleanliness as he was about food. If his meal was wrapped in plastic, you'd catch him inspecting the utensils like he was conducting a surprise FDA check, followed by his own sterilization process, before taking the first bite.

Although he had no children of his own, Dashon loved kids wholeheartedly. With his fun-loving energy, they naturally gravitated toward him, and he treated them as if they were his own. He was family-oriented and treasured time spent with his siblings and cousins, who were more like his best friends.

You could never tell when Dashon was going through something of his own. He showed up anyway-often with a smile, his signature energy, and an unmatched ability to turn ordinary moments into lasting memories. If someone was in need, he came. Whether it was popping out unexpectedly, helping get the kids off the bus, visiting a friend at the hospital, watching the kids so there was one less thing to worry about, or firing up the grill in sandals with no socks, Dashon was there. He kept people grounded and supported, even when he himself was carrying more than he ever let on.

Hospitals were not unfamiliar places to Dashon, and in those quiet spaces, his character shined just as brightly. He was often there early-sometimes even before family arrived-sitting quietly and offering comfort simply by being present. Though soft-spoken, his presence was powerful. He had a rare ability to make others feel less alone, especially those who understood what it meant to live with illness. For those walking similar paths, Dashon was more than support-he was understanding, companionship, and strength when words were not enough. In the end, two kindred spirits who understood each other's battles found peace only days apart, after walking side by side through battles few could understand.

Dashon carried a natural sense of humor that cut through even the hardest moments. He was always ready with a joke, no matter the situation, and was known for his favorite phrases delivered in his own tone and timing. He loved dancing, laughing, and enjoying life as it came. And if anyone worried too much about him, he would brush it off the only way he knew how, saying, "I'm alright," or "I'm good," even when he wasn't.

He cherished family deeply, especially his mother and grandmother. He loved kids wholeheartedly and stepped naturally into the role of caretaker-the watcher, the helper, the quiet authority everyone trusted. Even while co-managing his own health, his greatest concern was never himself; it was the well-being and happiness of those he loved. Dashon leaves behind a legacy of quiet strength, deep compassion, loyalty, and laughter. He was truly one of a kind, and his presence will be deeply missed.

He was preceded in death by his maternal grandfather, Michael Lamb Sr.; his brothers, Turhan "Tur" Hudson and Wauynee; and his uncles, Michael Lamb Jr., Theodore "Cap" Miller, and John Bennett III.

He leaves to celebrate his life and cherish his memories his devoted mother, Maisha "Kim" Adams; his father, Wayne Jennings; and his stepfather, John Adams. He is also survived by his grandparents, Karen Pettiford and Lavinia Jennings; his siblings, John "LJ" Adams, James, Tiana, Lil Tiana, Jaleel, Tahron, Nate, Jabrayah, Cheri, Veronica, and Janece; his aunts, Toni Miller, Barbara Miller, Sonya Lamb, Shawn Jennings, and Zafina Bennett; along with a host of nieces, nephews, cousins, and close friends.

He also leaves to cherish his life and memory two special friends: Chubbs, who stood beside Dashon from day one with steady support, guidance, and care, and Dawaun, his childhood friend whose lifelong bond with Dashon was rooted in loyalty, shared history, and quiet support.

In honor of Dashon, we also lift awareness for sickle cell disease and the strength it requires-not only for those living with it, but for every family that loves someone through it.