Birth date: Feb 22, 1932 Death date: Mar 10, 2019
Lamond T. McKinney, age 87, of Marion Junction, Alabama, formerly of Oxford, Florida, passed away on March 10, 2019 in Selma, Alabama. Lamond was born on February 22, 1932 to Daniel L. and Mary Louise (Ross) McKinney in Ocala, Flo Read Obituary
Hugs and prayers Rachel, so very sorry about Lamond. I really loved playing games with him but one day we will be playing in heaven with all his friends.Praying God will encamp his angels all around you for peace and comfort🙏 Jimmy and Janet Hyche.
Rachel , Joe and I are so sorry to learn of Lamond passing. .Joe really enjoyed being around Lamond. I know you will miss him .I am so glade you have a great group of friends down at Salem. We Feel like we known your family for years . We will be praying for you and your family with Our Love . Joe & Dianna Davis
My sympathy and prayers. God bless your family.
Oh, how he could dance! I have watched he and Rachel twirl a few times, smooth as silk and Rachel’s crinolines swaying! Sweet, sweet music. RIP Lamond, such a fine gentle man loved by many. 🙏
Rebecca (née McKinney), Tony, Carla, and Venus Seleme
For My Dearest Uncle Lamond:
Although our lives have reflected such different spheres of existence we both have lived with our hearts pumping the same blood that courses through our veins.
My mother Rebecca, your baby sister, has made this well known to all three of us since the day we drew our first breath. And though we have been separated by >1000 miles most of the time, you and yours have been so very close in our hearts and minds each and every day as we are and always will be family. It is with much love and more than a few tears that I write in your legacy book today on behalf of not only myself but of each of your Washington, D.C. family.
As my mother told me of this very sad news and profound loss to her as she is your last sibling still standing and this status is not lost upon her; I felt comfort in her telling me (once again for > thousandth time) of all the old stories about you, Granddaddy, Uncle Ross, Uncle Doyle, Uncle Hazely, and so on as well as the oh, so many truly epic stories in his grand and charming way that Uncle J.L. and my cousin Damon would tell. As I hung up the phone with my mother, to my delight, I remembered some fun stories that my cousin Mary Lou and Uncle Steve told to us the time they came to visit us in Washington. I am so glad they did because after remembering these stories and others; like about the puppies (sorry Aunt Rachel amd Mom), I felt somewhat less sad.
Although your passing has been such a sad family event to us, our hearts and prayers goes out to your own immediate family: Aunt Rachel and our cousins Erwin, Jeffrey, and all of their respective families, as well as each and every other McKinney relation, your friends, and community. I will always be grateful for the extraordinary times I ever shared with you such as when you let us ride your horses, riding in the back of the truck, feeding the cows, and when you took me hunting in what seemed the middle of the night. Or the time we all went fishing with you, Aunt Rachel, and my cousin Katrina Ann. Or the wonderful but simple moments like visiting Florida and staying at your house and getting to play with Erwin and Jeff and having the privilege of eating Aunt Rachel/Aunt Ona Mae/and Grannys over the top Ah-mazing food morning and night! I think the best most favorite times, and only those with McKinney blood would understand, was when the WHOLE family was together over at Uncle J.Ls and Aunt Ona Maes and we got to visit all of our Uncles as well as my two Aunts and Uncles, Aunt Carolyn/Uncle Johnny and Aunt Grace/Uncle Edgar as well as all of my cousins, including but not limited to Carol Marie, Jimmy, Tina, Jr., Danny, Neice, and Suzy. When my sister Venus and I would visit, Katrina Ann/Mary Lou/Bobby would do our hair and makeup and it was so much fun that it still puts a smile on my face to this day.
It is my testimony that without a doubt, I absolutely know we shall meet again and I look forward to that day. Until then, I will hold you and all the stories about us, our blood, and our family close to my heart.
Finally, I wish to leave you one of my favorite poems written in 1932 by my home girl (Baltimore) Mary Elizabeth Frye. I only regret that I am not able to deliver it in person.
Sending all of our love,
Your neice Carla and The Family Seleme
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
mary elizabeth frye - 1932
Posted by: Carla Seleme, M.D. - Washington, DC - family
Mar 13, 2019
