1991
L.C.
2015
L.C. Chandler Jr.
October 28, 1991 — April 28, 2015
L.C. “Deuce” Chandler, Jr., 23 years of age, a devoted son, brother, nephew, cousin and a true friend to others. L.C. no longer has to take Keppra, Vimpat to control a seizure or take a Tylenol to control his headache before or after a seizure.
L.C. will now be joining his great grandparents in which he had the honor to know and love Ed and Elzatha McCartney; his grandfather Floyd Cleveland, and his godmother, Antoinetta Tamika Keeton.
L.C. was born in Dallas, Texas at Medical City of Dallas. To the proud parents of L.C. and Carol Chandler. L.C. went to N.W. Harllee in kindergarten, but after receiving a call from the principal there, the same day. LC was promoted to first grade. Valencia Mack noticed his maturity and intelligence at such a blossoming age. It was then, she suggested that we should have him tested for St. Mark’s School of Texas. After my husband being the strong man that he is. He said, no to St. Marks because he didn’t want his son to attend an all boy school. Fast-forward…. L.C. spent 12 years at St. Marks School of Texas where he graduated with the class of 2010. L.C. went on to attend the University of Missouri where he majored in Broadcast Journalism and graduated in May of 2014. Five months after graduating from college, L.C. was blessed with a job at WALB channel 10 news. Which moved him to Albany, Georgia to work as a news anchor. “Quite as it’s kept”, L.C. was interviewed and hired on his birthday; October 28, 2014. God knew my son’s passion to be a sports journalist and allowed him to dive into his profession before he called him home. God’s biggest gift, aside from blessing us with him; was to take his pain and suffering away.
L.C. is a bright spot to us all here today. L.C. is a child who honored his father and mother. L.C. is a brother who looked after and stood as a role model for his brother Langston, sister Ciara and his cousin Simon who he looked at like his second sister. It’s so evident L.C. lived a good life up until the instant God called him home. Now he’s living a magnificent life!!!!!
L.C. was 13 when he start working at day camp and never stopped working, and striving to reach his goals. L.C. loved basketball like no other sport. Even with painful knees he would play almost daily. LC. enjoyed bowling, laughing, debating, and eating. LC loved his blue bell ice cream with hard shell chocolate syrup at 10:30 p.m. after the house was quite. And oh, my, DOMINOES. He loved playing dominoes with his dad, brother, and uncle’s Jerry B. and Doug. L.C.’s last time of playing dominoes over spring break in March, we went to visit him in Albany, he whipped his dad 6 games. Even still at age 23, L.C. would throw balls “in the house” at his siblings. L.C. would run and jump in our bed, look and talk as if we were okay with him bouncing in our bed. L.C. was and still is a die-hard Mavs fan. He would get so upset when they would lose.
L.C. started having seizures and was diagnosed with epilepsy 3 years ago. Doctor would tell LC to rest a couple of days because he’s body was tired from working hard. LC would literally say, okay and that he understood. Our son would get home wrestle with his sibling, play dominos, and run up and down the stairs as if nothing was the matter. He would go play poker, thinking it was okay if Jacques Barjon drove. Long as he wasn’t driving.
We would tell L.C. about eating too much. He would say, if I’m going to die I’m going to die full and happy. He knew how to shut momma up. When we were vising him I opened his cabinet he had a huge boxes of oatmeal cakes, Roman noodles, pop tarts, nature valley bars, chip a hoys, nutty bars, ritz crackers. We fell out laughing. His sister told him, he was one cookie away from diabetes. His brother would tell him, he was an old man.
LC never asked for anything…NOTHING!!!! Until, a few weeks ago. L.C. called said, his car note came out and he had an overdraft fee and could we please put a 100 dollars in his account. “ONLY” his overdraft was $90.00. Now this child could have asked for more but he didn’t. Because his pride was already disturbed. He honestly has his dad pride, and no hurry personality.
LC loved his brother and sister. All three loved one another unconditional. When LC wasn’t feeling well, Langston would always sleep closely by his brother side and Ciara would feed him. Only to get him back to feeling well to agitate him to play. LORD!!
My kids texted or talked every day. His dad and he would talk for hours.
As I reminisce over the last few conversations L.C. and I had, L.C. was tired.
We would ask, “How are you today son,” He would tell us, he was fine. A child who never complained. Nor asked for anything.
LC. is survived by his father LC Chandler, Sr., mother Carol Chandler, brother Langston Chandler and sister Ciara Chandler. God sisters Kennedy, Zoe and god brother Omari. Grandparents, Helen Chandler, Lois Wilson (Mr. Donald), Carl Hall (Ms. Junie) and Richard and Bertha Mallard. Two special uncles Douglas Chandler (Larana) and Jerry Blaylock. And an abundance of family members and friends. His best friend Olivia Armstrong and his beautiful girlfriend of 5 years Kristyl Hawkins.
L.C. never quit striving, being passionate, and loving everyone he ever came in-contact with. We love you and thank you and we are all positive, he is in Heaven doing the same; and as Deuce would say, “B.I.G means Believe In God, because He believed in you, and WE are living proof”.
L.C. will now be joining his great grandparents in which he had the honor to know and love Ed and Elzatha McCartney; his grandfather Floyd Cleveland, and his godmother, Antoinetta Tamika Keeton.
L.C. was born in Dallas, Texas at Medical City of Dallas. To the proud parents of L.C. and Carol Chandler. L.C. went to N.W. Harllee in kindergarten, but after receiving a call from the principal there, the same day. LC was promoted to first grade. Valencia Mack noticed his maturity and intelligence at such a blossoming age. It was then, she suggested that we should have him tested for St. Mark’s School of Texas. After my husband being the strong man that he is. He said, no to St. Marks because he didn’t want his son to attend an all boy school. Fast-forward…. L.C. spent 12 years at St. Marks School of Texas where he graduated with the class of 2010. L.C. went on to attend the University of Missouri where he majored in Broadcast Journalism and graduated in May of 2014. Five months after graduating from college, L.C. was blessed with a job at WALB channel 10 news. Which moved him to Albany, Georgia to work as a news anchor. “Quite as it’s kept”, L.C. was interviewed and hired on his birthday; October 28, 2014. God knew my son’s passion to be a sports journalist and allowed him to dive into his profession before he called him home. God’s biggest gift, aside from blessing us with him; was to take his pain and suffering away.
L.C. is a bright spot to us all here today. L.C. is a child who honored his father and mother. L.C. is a brother who looked after and stood as a role model for his brother Langston, sister Ciara and his cousin Simon who he looked at like his second sister. It’s so evident L.C. lived a good life up until the instant God called him home. Now he’s living a magnificent life!!!!!
L.C. was 13 when he start working at day camp and never stopped working, and striving to reach his goals. L.C. loved basketball like no other sport. Even with painful knees he would play almost daily. LC. enjoyed bowling, laughing, debating, and eating. LC loved his blue bell ice cream with hard shell chocolate syrup at 10:30 p.m. after the house was quite. And oh, my, DOMINOES. He loved playing dominoes with his dad, brother, and uncle’s Jerry B. and Doug. L.C.’s last time of playing dominoes over spring break in March, we went to visit him in Albany, he whipped his dad 6 games. Even still at age 23, L.C. would throw balls “in the house” at his siblings. L.C. would run and jump in our bed, look and talk as if we were okay with him bouncing in our bed. L.C. was and still is a die-hard Mavs fan. He would get so upset when they would lose.
L.C. started having seizures and was diagnosed with epilepsy 3 years ago. Doctor would tell LC to rest a couple of days because he’s body was tired from working hard. LC would literally say, okay and that he understood. Our son would get home wrestle with his sibling, play dominos, and run up and down the stairs as if nothing was the matter. He would go play poker, thinking it was okay if Jacques Barjon drove. Long as he wasn’t driving.
We would tell L.C. about eating too much. He would say, if I’m going to die I’m going to die full and happy. He knew how to shut momma up. When we were vising him I opened his cabinet he had a huge boxes of oatmeal cakes, Roman noodles, pop tarts, nature valley bars, chip a hoys, nutty bars, ritz crackers. We fell out laughing. His sister told him, he was one cookie away from diabetes. His brother would tell him, he was an old man.
LC never asked for anything…NOTHING!!!! Until, a few weeks ago. L.C. called said, his car note came out and he had an overdraft fee and could we please put a 100 dollars in his account. “ONLY” his overdraft was $90.00. Now this child could have asked for more but he didn’t. Because his pride was already disturbed. He honestly has his dad pride, and no hurry personality.
LC loved his brother and sister. All three loved one another unconditional. When LC wasn’t feeling well, Langston would always sleep closely by his brother side and Ciara would feed him. Only to get him back to feeling well to agitate him to play. LORD!!
My kids texted or talked every day. His dad and he would talk for hours.
As I reminisce over the last few conversations L.C. and I had, L.C. was tired.
We would ask, “How are you today son,” He would tell us, he was fine. A child who never complained. Nor asked for anything.
LC. is survived by his father LC Chandler, Sr., mother Carol Chandler, brother Langston Chandler and sister Ciara Chandler. God sisters Kennedy, Zoe and god brother Omari. Grandparents, Helen Chandler, Lois Wilson (Mr. Donald), Carl Hall (Ms. Junie) and Richard and Bertha Mallard. Two special uncles Douglas Chandler (Larana) and Jerry Blaylock. And an abundance of family members and friends. His best friend Olivia Armstrong and his beautiful girlfriend of 5 years Kristyl Hawkins.
L.C. never quit striving, being passionate, and loving everyone he ever came in-contact with. We love you and thank you and we are all positive, he is in Heaven doing the same; and as Deuce would say, “B.I.G means Believe In God, because He believed in you, and WE are living proof”.
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