BUTLER,
Larry Allen Butler, 56. Sunrise August 19, 1957 and Sunset January 18, 2014. Larry was formerly employed by The State of Ohio and was a proud owner of a Janitorial Service. He was a member of Greater New Life Baptist Church. Larry was preceded in death by his father Jerry M. Butler Sr., paternal grandparents Benjamin and Clorine Butler, maternal grandparents Burrell and Edith Kendrick and brother in law Eddie Guice. Left to cherish his memory, mother Emma M. Butler, son Marcus J. Butler, stepdaughter Melissa (Chris) Thomas, brothers Jerry M. (Sharon) Butler Jr., Charles T. Butler, Gary L. (Rochelle) Butler, Daryl B. (Tomoko) Butler and Stephan L. Butler, sisters Cheryl D. Guice, Regina R. Moore and Jackie E. (Lamont) Jones and a host of aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, cousins and friends.
Dear Family of Larry Butler,
Sorry for the lost of your dear loved one. Our creator promises in the Bible that, "es;He will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more."es; -Revelation 21:4.
Dear Bulter Family,
I hope that you can find comfort in your many special memories and in the though of the happy years you shared. There is also another comfort thats found in God's word the bible. Revelation 21:4. Please read.
I have no words that could measure the level of your grief. Please know that The Butler Family is in my Prayers. God is forever faithful, He will always comfort you. He is carrying you during this difficult time the passing of Larry. God is the footprint in the sand.
So sorry to hear about your loss. My thoughts and prayers are with you guys during this time. May the grace and peace of God be with you.
I give my deepest sympathy to the Butler Family forever my"es; big cuz"es;he is at peace.
Dear Butler Family:
The Johnson Family would like to offer their condolences to all of your family during this time of sorrow. I know that at this time words can do little to ease your pain but in time it will hurt less and less. I am a lover of poems so I am enclosing one.
TWO BOXES
I have in my hands two boxes
Which God gave me to hold.
He said, "es;Put all your sorrows in the black,
And all your joys in the god."es;
I heeded His words, and in the two boxes
Both my joys and sorrows I store
But though the gold became heavier each day
The black was as light as before
With curiosity, I opened the black
I wanted to find out why
And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole
Which my sorrows had fallen out by
I showed the hole to God, and mused aloud,
"es;I wonder where my sorrows could be."es;
He smiled a gentle smile at me.
"es;My child, they're all here with me."es;
I asked, "es;God, why give me two boxes,
Why the gold, and the black with the hole?"es;
"es;My child, the gold is for you to count your
blessings,
the black is for you to let go."es;