Robert T. Wilson

Robert Wilson Obituary

On Wednesday morning, May 12, 2010, the Lord in his infinite wisdom summoned Mr. Robert Theodore Wilson, 63, of 1630 W. Washington St., Petersburg, to eternal rest and peace at the Southside Regional Medical Center. He was a native of Dinwiddie County, but had resided in the city of Petersburg for many years. Robert was the son of the late George Lin and Mary Ann Wilson. He accepted Christ and was baptized at an early age at the Gravel Run Baptist Church. Mr. Wilson was preceded in death by three sisters, Lenora, Ella, and Louisa; and three brothers, Standley, Woodrow, and Sherman. Mr. Wilson retired from the City of Petersburg after 28 years of service.

He leaves to cherish his memory: two sisters, Mrs. Gladys Parham and Mrs. Diane Irby (Charles); a loving and devoted companion, Lucille Walker; and her children, Leonard Walker Jr. (Gracies), Gloria Jones, Ray Walker, Jacqueline Walker and Angela Walker; seven grandchildren; and six great-grandchildren; a number of nieces; nephews; cousins; other relatives; and friends, among them devoted friends, the Walker family, Will Roney, Michael Washington, Charles Washington, Raymond Macklin, Floyd Bailey Jr. (Rudy) and the Economy Barbershop family.

A funeral service will be held at 3 p.m. Saturday May 15, at the chapel of William N. Bland & Son. The Rev. Darren Brandon, pastor of Little Zion Baptist Church, Carson, will officiate. Interment will be at the Jones Family Cemetery, Dinwiddie. Relatives and friends will assemble at the funeral home at 2:30 p.m.

Funeral arrangements have been entrusted to the staff of William N. Bland and Son Funeral Home. Please send online condolences to: www.blandenterprisesinc.com.

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Published by The Progress-Index from May 13 to May 14, 2010.

Memories and Condolences
for Robert Wilson

5 Entries

Danny

May 14, 2010

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!

George Tate

May 14, 2010

How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner
As he bends in still grief o'er the hallowed bier,
As enanguished he turns from the laugh of the scorner,
And drops to perfection's remembrance a tear;
When floods of despair down his pale cheeks are streaming,
When no blissful hope on his bosom is beaming,
Or, if lulled for a while, soon he starts from his dreaming,
And finds torn the soft ties to affection so dear.
Ah, when shall day dawn on the night of the grave,
Or summer succeed to the winter of death?
Rest awhle, hapless victim! and Heaven will save
The spirit that hath faded away with the breath.
Eternity points, in its amaranth bower
Where no clouds of fate o'er the sweet prospect lour,
Unspeakable pleasure, of goodness the dower,
When woe fades away like the mist of the heath.

robert wells

May 14, 2010

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you plann'd:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.

City Workers

May 14, 2010

Death is not the end
Death can never be the end.

Death is the road.
Life is the traveller.
The Soul is the Guide

...

Our mind thinks of death.
Our heart thinks of life
Our soul thinks of Immortality.

The Thomas Family

May 14, 2010

God looked around his Garden and found an empty place.
He then looked down upon his earth and saw your loving face.

He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest.
His Garden must be beautiful, he always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering, he knew you were in pain.
And knew that you would never get well on earth again.
He saw your path was difficult, he closed you tired eyes,
He whispered to you "Peace be Thine" and gave you wings to fly.
When we saw you sleeping so calm and free of pain,
We would not wish you back to earth to suffer once again.
You've left us precious memories, your love will be our guide,
You live on through your children, you're always by our side.
It broke our hearts to lose you, but you did not go alone.
For part of us went with you on the day God called you home

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