Letter read at serviceā¦. Good Afternoon, I?m Sandy Thornton, Marshall?s sister in law and Stacy wrote the following and asked me to read it for her My name is Stacey Flowers, I am Marshall?s youngest daughter and a huge daddy?s girl. I was his biggest fan, and he was and will always be my hero. I sit here writing this only a couple days before his funeral and I have never had to do anything like this so bear with me as my amazing Aunt Sandy reads this to you. No words can really grasp the man he was and it would take a book to mention everything, but I will try to keep it short. First, I want to take a moment to thank everyone for coming today. The outpouring of love and prayers has been a comfort to my family during the last week. All the people who took the day off from work, and those that traveled hours to be here, please know that it means so much to my mother and family. On Monday the 24th at 4:34 in the early morning, my dad lost his fight with cancer. What a fight it was! He fought it till he just could not fight anymore. My mother and I watched for hours as he struggled to breath, and when mom had left the room, and I had finally closed my eyes just a moment, he let go of his struggle and died. I woke right away, but my hero was gone and the fight was finally over. I cannot begin to describe the feeling of losing Daddy. I was supposed to be prepared, and I knew the day would come, but the helplessness and emptiness I felt in that moment, I could never prepared for. This man, who had taught me so much and loved me tremendously was simply gone and my mind and heart could comprehend nothing at the moment, but the fact that he was gone. Watching my mother tell him goodbye and still seeing the love between them after so many years was a captivating moment. It was beautiful, touching and heart wrenching to experience a woman telling the man she loved and had been with for 43 years goodbye for the last time. Some of my dad?s favorite childhood memories were on Georgia street because it was full of his family and they were all close. At the farmer?s market, where his father ran a small family business called R&J Box company, he spent lots of time running through the streets of the market where everyone knew he was Roy Jr?s boy. As he got older, he started working there selling produce and at times Christmas fruit baskets. Later, he would take over running the family business. Now I am not going to talk much about my father?s younger years, because as most of you know he was a wild child. There were some stories that he loved to tell us kids, and he may have not always been proud of these stories, but that did stop the smirk on his face and that little twinkle of mischief in his eyes. My dad was fun loving, loved to laugh, joke around, told lots of stories, and could get on you if you were messing up. He was forgiving to the people who did him wrong, and usually gave people more chances than they deserved. He was a friend to everyone and he never thought he was better than anyone. He was a unique and simple man. He loved to tell stories, and the only problem with these stories was trying to figure out if it was a real story or a joke. Let me tell you, I was the worst at knowing the difference and sometimes he would let weeks go by letting me think something was true when it had been a joke. Those closest to him could not escape his teasing, jokes, and stories no matter how hard they tried. My dad loved food. I mean loved it! He loved his Lasagna, BBQ, tortas, tacos and especially loved his desserts, pies, cookies, danishes, and ohh man don?t forget the banana pudding. Yet there was a catch to his maddening love for food and sweets, to him it was always better when he was able to share it with the people he loved. He always wanted everyone around to enjoy the food. He loved to share and as soon as I was old enough he had me making pans of lasagna to take to his job so he could share with the people he worked with. I have made so many pies and banana pudding I lost count a long time ago. It was always worth the time I