Obituary of Kent D Williams

Kent Darnel Williams departed at the age of 59 years old. Kent was a Resident of Rochester NY He was an amazing father and grandfather, extremely Diligent and faithful worker, he loved to travel. He was a part of the Boy Scouts of America, he loved the Minnesota Vikings, Kent was also a man who knew and loved music. He loved to have fun and enjoyed helping others. He was man who knew how to fix anything and knows something about everything. He also had the best advice and the best joke when needed. He enjoys drink IPA beer and enjoyed smoking cigars. Immediate surviving relatives are Robin Williams, laQuinta Williams. A son Joshua Paul Jackson, and daughter in -law Kellie Yvette Jackson. A granddaughter Promise Larae Jackson, who resides in Las Vegas NV. A hand full of cousins, nieces and nephews and family (friends and family). Order of Service Officiating Clergy Processional and Viewing Prayer of Comfort Kellie Jackson Old & New Testament Reading Isaiah 41:10 Kellie Jackson Romans 14:8 Tracy Crespo Selection Brandon Weaver - soul is anchored Special Remarks (2 Minutes Please) 5 people only Selection Tonya Weaver Obituary Special Tribute Memories Funeral Home Eulogy Clergy Riverside Memories Funeral Home in Charge at This Time Acknowledgements The family of the late Kent Williams wishes to express their heartfelt appreciation to everyone for all of their flowers, cards, telegrams, and any act of kindness shown during the loss of their loved one. Pallbearers Kevin butler, John Dunn, Gil Crespo, Quinten weaver Jared Lockett, Victor Sinopoli. Poem Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How