Maurice C. Carroll

On Thursday, August 14, 2025, God reached down from His Almighty Throne and gathered into His most precious bosom a crowned treasure in the person of Maurice Charles Carroll, the second of seven children born to the late Henry P. and Marguerite E. Carroll.

Born on September 5, 1944, in Washington, DC, Maurice was called "Puddin" by his family and childhood friends. He was educated in the District of Columbia Public School System. He was baptized at Epiphany Catholic Church in Georgetown. He attended St. Augustine Catholic Church as a regular parishioner.

He began his career as a roofing laborer working alongside his father and brother. He often hung out at his friend Johnny Davis's house where he met Johnny's niece, his future wife. When roofing work was slow due to inclement weather, he would help his friends at PMI (Parking Management Inc.) park cars and was eventually hired by PMI.

He was joined in holy matrimony to Patricia Bradford on September 3, 1966. From this union four children were born: Sheila, Teresa, Patricia, and Kristal. By this time, his oldest brother began calling him "Jack," which later became "Big Jack." He was affectionately called "Didi" by his three oldest daughters, while his youngest daughter called him Dad.

During the early years of his marriage, Jack enjoyed hosting house parties with his wife Pat and going to cabarets with family and friends. Jack and Pat also enjoyed going on cruises and taking family vacations. Jack had such an outgoing personality and dominant presence that some of Pat's family members in Charlotte, North Carolina thought that he was their relative instead of her. He had a magnetic personality that made him fondly regarded by many. He was a family man in every sense of the word. He loved his home and enjoyed doing home improvement and beautification projects. He was gifted with a "green thumb" and became known for nursing unhealthy plants back to life and maintaining a lush landscape at his home.

His other passions included swimming, watching baseball and tennis, listening to the Doo Wops, and spending quality time with his family. He was a diehard Commanders fan but continued to refer to them as the Redskins. He enjoyed watching the games with his grandsons who also became diehard fans under his influence. Later in life, he retreated to his "man-cave" equipped with a home gym, flat screen TV, and recliner.

Jack dedicated 32 years of service to PMI until he retired in 2001. He selflessly spent a significant portion of his early retirement transporting his grandfather-in-law, Fred Davis, to doctor's appointments and later did the same for his aunt-in-law, Mamie Hunter. In addition to taking them to doctor's appointments, he also helped with grocery shopping, running personal errands, and whatever else they happened to need.

Jack was preceded in death by his brothers Henry "Butch" Carroll, Wayne Carroll, Ronald "Nic" Carroll; and sisters Marguerite "Sug" Carroll and Jean "Candy" Carroll.

He is survived by his loving and devoted wife, Patricia Carroll; four daughters, Sheila Lazzari (Fernando); Teresa "Terri" Carroll, Patricia "Trish" Carroll, and Kristal Carroll; nine grandchildren, Charles "Boogie Boy" Carroll, Courtneè Carroll, Tyler "Sluggo" Lazzari, Eric "Tiger" Holland, Terrell "Ace" Carroll, Austin "Joe" Lazzari, Tyrek "Pete" Carroll, Kennedy "Peaches" Carroll, and Kendall "Skeeter" Carroll; one great-grandchild, Courtèz "Tank" Williams; one brother, Tyrone Carroll; close relatives Lovey Green (John), Wayne "Tu-Tu" Carroll, Todd Carroll (Nicole), Jewel Lewis, Gail Lewis, Darlene Lewis, Treasure Green; and a host of other relatives and friends.

Poem

The Broken Chain by Ron Tranmer

We little knew that morning that
God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
in death we do the same.

It broke our hearts to lose you,
you did not go alone;
for part of us went with you,
the day God called you home.

You left us peaceful memories,
your love is still our guide;
and though we cannot see you,
you are always at our side.

Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same;
but as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again.