Lynn Dale Warren was born Nov. 16, 1947 to
James Douglas Warren and Autice Lorene Gregory.
He has several jobs during his early years, working
in a furniture factory, on a riverboat, and as a truck
driver, before beginning to paint water tanks.
He met Brenda Kay Prewett in May of 1967 and they
married Aug. 02, 1968. Brenda worked with him until
their oldest son started to school and still continued to
travel with him to help on some jobs until he quit painting
tanks in 1985. He and Brenda have two sons, Marty and Doug.
After he quit traveling, he had a body shop and painted vehicles
for several years. He then began putting up overhead doors.
He was diagnosed with lung cancer in July 2004
and died on Sept. 09, 2006. He left
behind a wife, Brenda; two sons, Marty and Doug;
two daughter-in-laws, Kristy and Amanda;
three
grandchildren, Wes, Emily and Josie;
and two brothers,
James and Larry;
who will forever love and miss him.
Lynn, you will always be in our hearts.
WE LOVE YOU LYNN!!!!
How do I begin to tell you how
lucky I was to have you in my life?
I'll start by saying what an honor it was
for me to be your wife.
You were my best friend in the good times
and my rock in times of sorrow.
You were the reason for sweet yesterdays
and my promise for tomorrow.
I never thought I could feel this loved
until I became your wife.
You made every year we had together
the best one of my life.
Lynn enjoyed fishing and hunting.
We spent a lot of time in the Mississippi
Delta fishing the Coldwater, Tallahatchie
and Yazoo rivers.
He and his buddies rabbit, dove and deer hunted.
Lynn had many friends who miss him very much.
Losing someone so close
to us is so difficult
things appear meaningless
and
life just seems unfair...
But as time passes
your loss will get easier, it's true,
and cherished memories
help to keep your
husband close to you.
As times goes by there is less pain
and more cherished memories but
Lynn you will always be in my heart...
The love we has
will never die...
May you have many "Witching Hours"...
The witching hour for fishermen
has nothing to do with demons
witchcraft or devil worshipping..
It is the hour from sunset until dark
when the river appears to stand still
it is peaceful and everythings seem quite...
We have sit on a river bank
holding hands many times just enjoying
being together and the peaceful
feeling that you experience during that hour.
My memories of him
will live forever...
I will keep them
close to my heart...
Let them embrace me
and connect me,
spiritually, to him.
May my tears
bring healing....
May my memories
bring peace...
And always remember
that I am not along.
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