Clarnie
Estis Lyall was born on January 28,
1931
to Erick and Snowda (Edwards) Lyall,
and died
on May 21, 2005. His stay on earth was
74 years, 3
months and 24 days. He was preceded in
death by his parents;
three brothers, Carold Lyall, Glen
Lyall and Montaque Lyall; a
sister-in-law, Mary Lyall;
and one son, Jeffrey Allen Lyall. He
is survived by his wife, Sue
(Rose) Lyall; two sons, Stephen Lyall
and wife, Judy (Ramey) Lyall
of Clinchco and Timothy Lyall and
special friend, Karen Stanley of
Haysi, Virginia; and one daughter,
Heather Lyall-Mitchell, and husband,
Michael Mitchell of Haysi. He is also
survived by three grandsons,
Eric Lyall and wife, Laura (Perrigan)
Lyall, Tyler Lyall and
Dylon Lyall; five granddaughters,
Michelle Wallace and husband,
Patrick Wallace, Stephanie Mullins and
husband, Greg Mullins, Sarah
Lyall, Sydney Lyall and Bailey
Mitchell. He is also survived by
four great-grandsons, Jeffrey Wallace,
Markus Mullins, Alex Lyall
and Seth Lyall; two
great-granddaughters, Brittney Wallace and
Isabella Mullins; five brothers, Otis
Lyall, Carlos Lyall and wife,
Leafy, Furrel Lyall and wife, Pearl,
Gerald Lyall and wife, Judy, and
Goebel Lyall and wife, Kathy; three
sisters, Esther Edwards and husband,
Cecil, Jean Moore and husband, Merlin,
and Sharon Mullins
and husband, Kermit; and numerous
nieces and nephews. Lastly, he
was survived by three sisters-in-law,
Sadie (Montaque) Lyall, Phyllis
(Glen) Lyall and Betty (Carold) Lyall.
Dad was a
veteran of the United States Air
Force. He served in
the Korean War with the 51st Fighter
Interceptor Wing. He served
his country with courage and honor. As
a result of the horrors of war,
Dad suffered mental anguish throughout
the remainder of his life.
Although some people would have given
up, Dad constantly strived
to work as best he could to help his
neighbors and bring in extra
money for his family. Dad worked at
many things over the years. His
many titles included: best friend,
mechanic, carpenter, electrician,
surveyor, musician, genealogist and
the list could go on forever. He
was so many things to so many
different people.
My Daddy once
had a dream. He dreamed he was
in a field and
he could see Jesus beckoning to him.
As Daddy got closer to Jesus he
found a little fence. It was just a
small fence that was only a few
inches tall, but Daddy could not cross
it. He sat down and began to
cry because he could not reach his
Savior. At that point Jesus came
over to the fence and stepped across
it. He laid his hand on my Daddy’s
shoulder and said, “It’s okay,
Clarnie”. We all believe the fence in
the dream represented Dad’s illness,
and we knew that one day God
himself could and would overcome it.
God crossed the fence last
Saturday and helped my Daddy over it.
No more sickness, no more
nightmares, no more fears... only pure
love and joy.
Of all the
things you could say about our
father, the most important
is that he lived every day as if it
were his last. He loved life so
much that he strove through and
conquered disability in order to enjoy
every moment. I’m sure that he would
tell each of you that the
best way to honor his memory is not
with tears and sadness, but with
a smile. Let his memory bring thoughts
of happiness, of triumph and
of love to warm your hearts, for
that’s the way Daddy would want us
to remember him. Grieve over the loss
of the body but be joyful over
the crossing over of the spirit.
He was loved
by his family and friends, who
were many. We will
miss him terribly, but our great and
merciful Father in Heaven has
called him home. Sleep and rest,
Daddy, until the resurrection morning.
Your loving
family.
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