Junior Grady Cartwright Jr, III

Born on September 24, 1954, to Junior Grady Cartwright father and mother Marcella Rosa McCarthy, in San Diego, California, Junior Grady was offered a position coming to Louisiana in a limousine to work on a rig for somebody while at a bar.... he said, that he wouldn't mind that it was no problem but he wanted to put effort in to make it worth it for both of them. My/our Father made it about to Fort Worth and then Junior Grady seen this old black-lady on the side of the road as a kind person wanted to help her out and as he receive the key, popped the trunk open to find the spare tire and found her male companion to beat him over the head with a tire iron. Rolled him over in a ditch and took even his clothing and left him naked. "so I heard" made his way through Fort Worth went into a bar parking lot ...to grab someone's clothing or find a way to get dressed... "my father told me, I think!" he spent almost all night looking around and finally found one that was open; because he didn't want to bust in to anybody's vehicle and be mean. Worked hard-building any aspect of the area.....(before you didn't see anybody around other than military contractors) doing e.g....hospitals and light "machinist stations' ....this guy was a fanatic they even sent him around to dig private enterprise ditches that now a backhoe operator can dig nowadays...The Wild Wild West scenario interesting for all-military; he didn't en-joy it all the time. After a bit considered trying to nest figured he should move to Dallas, Texas to do so for our childhood's to line up as his. Then, called our mother to be with him Julie Ann Heard (to Parents Gerald "Jerry" Wayne Heard, Claire Toomey Heard) with little money in his pocket in the "Big D" and the ability to help take care of his housewife, she had a lousy job being a waitress working at Denny's. They figured they would try for a life by themselves, they interacted along well together. My mother came up in the system whenever it was a Masonic Order, so did I. They think my father and I are the "governance of divinity' factor of such. My mother's communication form in that time was by-mail "epistolary" ....back in my time it was the same.. we / I would never be hijacked or screw around any of the old-souls that used to be wonderful around here, most of our family is good and we all abide by good as rule-sets. Junior Grady shared his life with his companion, EH, that was delivered by shitheads that are running things into the ground, so system orchestrated (my father was a good guy with a amazing heart, she was a little on the wild side and unwelcoming to) the whole time both health where declining together. They make it where these corporate people have to constantly have to do schemes in older age to kill themselves.. Junior Grady was a not an armchair-parent but he would would never consider hurting his family and somehow he inherited that woman's job title most the time. ((sometimes we ponder and think without all the pitfalls and pain of nothingness and al these people and there many offerings of shit how the world would be for us on our own level to learn and grow and facilitate real life)) *Christopher Charles Heard, Steven John Heard, Shawn Patrick Heard, Jeremiah Grady Heard and Joshua Gerald Heard, and a few grandchildren who infected him with joy. *The only thing my father wanted more than a home to be buried in *was a family to love!!!! My father believed it to break someone's character down you had to make them laugh and Inspire them with your good humor and kind ways.... not the world's best in or staying optimistic or happy since...half of the people they use against each other and others by the system invisibly some how, you used to be able to meet your great-grandparents along with their kids as a introductory to life as a young up-and-coming ....now you can't even meet your grandparents either.....its lousy to not have no pass me down lifestyles, things(or experiences) anything to believe in other than once-in-a-lifetime kind of people like this man. Junior Grady will be laid to rest at Blue Ridge Cemetery in Blue Ridge, Texas.
Love you Captain I tried for you here; you saved all of our lives as kids through this ordeal!