If you’ve ever pondered the question, “What do you want to be said about you when you’re gone?’, this obituary is exhibit A. Mr. Blount, left us so unexpectedly and much younger than we planned, but man, he packed a LOT into those quick 73 years.
For 46 of those years he was a part of the village that raised me, as the dad of my childhood best friend and her/our lil sis. Their home was often a weekend home for me. He was at times a curiosity to me, always affable around EVERYONE; never angry or scary like some dads (his wife Mama Linda did the parental yelling and it was warranted), never overly exhuberant either (he was cooler than a fan); unconditionally accepting, no matter how weird it got (and I had some 80’s moments), albeit with some sly sarcasm and/or dry humor. He was always in all the places where multiple generations of family and extended family gathered. Somehow, he was at my elementary, junior high, high school and college graduations, and I believe my wedding. He had time to be at all the graduations, recitals, performances of every kind of all the kids. He was low-key but his presence was always significant. He was a constant with an easy spirit. He will be missed, but somehow he will always be present, like an easy breeze or some Sunday morning Jazz. Rest easy, Mr. Blount. ❤️️ See you on the flip side.