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A Father Remembers Passed from this world to eternal life & entered Heaven - May 6, 2000 While on this earth was a Loving Son to Pauline & I Brother to Toni Fletcher & Jim Wilcox, Brother-in-law to David Fletcher, Grandson to Ethel Prettyman and Jim & Joan Wilcox Loving life Partner to Carolyn Hall, with whom he shared a “Special” deep relationship. Uncle to Eric, Cathy, Mike Fletcher & Nick Hammann. Nephew to Earl, George, Danny and Keith Prettyman. Cousin to many, and Friend to all. I see many different groups, as his interests varied. Each area of life had a nickname - Lil’ Mac (hated Malcolm) Shorty (Outdooor School) Mac Hawke (Internet) Malcolm (Accepted) If you knew him by more than one name you were more blessed than others. Interests Music - Sang & Taught Theater - High School & Portland Theatre Internet -Web Pages Favorite Things Beach Kites Blazers Rainbows Internert – W.L.S. Most Favorite……… Friends of all Kinds Song - My Best Friend Not many possessions, only many “Friends”, but the measure of a man lies not in the things he leaves behind, but rather in the people whose lives he touches and betters. He treated everyone the same, only different. Remembrances I had him convinced that I had arranged fireworks just for his Birthday, when I asked if he would like to do it again next year, he said "yeah". That lasted until he started school. As a Singing Waiter at the Rhinelander Restaurant in Portland, he sang to Dolly Parton, said he had a hard time looking her in the eyes. I really didn’t think I’d last this long, but Shorty and I had talked about doing each others eulogy when something happened to the other, I certainly didn’t think the Father would be doing this for the Son. Malcolm was an organ donor, they told us they had a 30 year old person who could use one of his eyes, he is still helping someone to see the World in a different light. You will sorely be missed by many “Son” MISS ME When I come to the end of the road And the sun has set for me I want not rites in a gloom filled room Why cry for a soul set free Miss me a little, but not too long And not with your head bowed low Remember the Love that we once shared Miss me, but let me go For this is a Journey all must take And each must go alone It is all part of the masters plan A step on the road to home When you are lonely and sick of heart Go to the Friends we know And bury your sorrow in doing good deeds Miss me but let me go Malcolm Wilcox, Sr.

Thanks to Kimos for creating this beautiful tribute plaque