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Jay Fisher Remembered

Julian R. "Jay" Fisher

Darlington - Julian Robert "Jay" Fisher, 30, of 2212 Boyd St, Darlington, died early Wednesday morning, August 18, 2004, in a Columbia hospital from injuries recieved in an automobile accident in Sumter County.

Mr. Fisher was born in Florence a son of Bobby Joe Fisher and the late Gloria Nell Morris Fisher. He was a member of the DeMolay and the Society for Creative Anachronism Inc.

He was preceded in death by his mother, Gloria Nell Fisher; by a sister, Rebecca Ashley Fisher; by his maternal grandparents, LeRoy and Lerion Morris; by his paternal grandfather; Frank E. Fisher.

Surviving are his father, Bobby Joe Fisher of Darlington; stepmother, Judy Melton Fisher of Darlington; stepsister, Debra Melton Haynes of Darlington; stepbrother, Frankie Melton of Florence; paternal grandmother, Ina Pearl Fisher of Hemingway; an aunt and uncle, Sara and Steven Dunn of Ehrdhardt; two nephews and a neice.

Funeral services will be at 2 p.m. Friday, August 20th, in Stoudenmire-Dowling Funeral Home Chapel. Burial will follow in Lake City Cemetary.

The family will receive friends from 7p.m. to today at the funeral home.

Photo Provided By Sebastien d'Valmont.
Taken at The Battle of Gully Branch Demo - July 3rd, 2004.




Julian 'Jay' Fisher

1974 - 2004

Crossing the Bar
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For through from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn:
Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle-horn.