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Brandie Duncan-Joyner
Wesley Heath Duncan
3 de febrero de 1979 - 8 de febrero de 2022
3 de febrero de 1979 - 8 de febrero de 2022
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Brandie Duncan-Joyner
I was told when we were little, Wes would make my bottles and take me into the living room to watch Saturday morning cartoons with him. As I got bigger, I remember he'd make us bowl after bowl of Froot Loops and I'd sit in front of that tv every Saturday to catch Looney Tunes, The Muppet Babies, and Mister T. I know one time we ate three bowls together, and I thought for sure we were going to be in trouble. Between him and my sister, I thought they were the coolest people on earth. Growing up, he taught me basketball, when his friends weren't around, and we'd adventure into the woods at every camp we stayed at. On our travels out west, I remember him sitting in the front seat with our dad and they'd map our trip. He's teased me, used me as his secretary (and bank- if you know, you know), and told me what to do time after time. He mailed me topographical maps and taught me how to read them to find hidden scenic routes. Every move he's made, he'd tell us we need to move there too, not just so he could have our mom's cooking, but because he wants everyone to experience all of the great places across the U.S. he had been. To me, Wes's battle this past year was presidential. At times it felt like the entire world should know, the news should blast it, and everyone should be rooting for him. But that wasn't my brother's wishes. He worried about his wife, his mother, his nieces and nephews, and "for everyone just to come together and just be good". For the past I don't know how many years, Wes calls me in the middle of the night every week and we talk for minutes to hours. He didn't understand why I wouldn't answer sometimes, and I'd remind him again of the time difference between us. Those phone calls are going to be what I miss the most. I never realized how much I would miss them. I'd give anything to be half asleep just one more time, listening to him tell me what to do, go over his recipes for meatloaf bombs and pig shots, and making good fun of our antics that we shared. He was the best big brother. I am so thankful for the last few months the Lord gave us with him, and for all the talks we had. I love you Wes, and I miss you so much.
Mike Carroll
Enjoyed having Wes and Corrie at a Tailgate at LSU a few years ago. Arkansas kicked our butts that day and Wes was very quiet and subdued in the stadium and I had to egg him into doing a Soooie Pig there for us! Couple years after that defeat our home flooded and we lost most of our Tailgate equipment. Not long after that...a package arrived by FEDEX...then another the next day...then another the next day! Wes sent us 2 LSU Crockpots and a plaque commemorating that football game with the score boldly proclaiming the Arkansas victory! From your Tiger friends in Baton Rouge...Here is one for you: PIG SOOIE!
Brenda Jefferson
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Priscilla Duncan
There isn't a format big enough to express the day he was born. His first tooth, first crawl, to his first step. First word, first haircut, first day of school, to a young man full of jokes, big smiles, kind and giving. The day he called to let me know he and Corrie were moving to Alaska, and she would be flying there for her new job, he asked me to help him move and drive all the way there with him. Of coarse I said yes, with only a two week time frame. We drove a couple of 24 hour shifts, had long days, camping in a tent, cooking outdoors, and setting by our campfire at night. Until we woke to a snowstorm in Banff, Canada, making drive time slower and longer, but gave us a lot of time to talk and be together. We made our drive time two days early to Skagway, and caught the ferry to Juneau. That gave us two days to explore, watch for wildlife, and camp again. I am so thankful to have shared this special time with him. He was so excited for he and Corrie to move to Alaska. Since then, he's made friends that have become family, and I've went many time to visit and explore more with him, but those two weeks traveling together is something I will always cherish, getting to spend that much time with him as an adult and have such a great time.
Gena Rutledge
I have so many memories with Wes, I spent most of my childhood summers at my Aunt Sissy's. I remember his tiny bedroom but yet he managed to have a table in the middle of the room with a train track. It was so cool. His stories were always epic, he captivated you with details, you never knew how much of the story was real. 😂 I will cherish the memories I have with Wes and knowing he's in heaven with so many people he loves gives me peace. My favorite food story is
Chad Sanders
Thinking about Wes this morning. My mom, Chase and I are swapping stories. Most of mom's are from back in the day, when Wes was a child. From Cindy: He was a bouncing baby boy. He would wake up happy, bouncing all around the room. I love his care and concern with his mom and daddy. He had the sense of humor from Daddy and patience and love from his Mama. Always had a sense of family. Wes was fun to be with. He loved his nieces and nephews. I remember taking him shopping with me when he was a kid. He would calmly talk me out of buying things. "You don't need it," he would say. In November, I was on the phone with him and came across a red leather sofa. It was gorgeous. I stopped mid-sentence: Oh! There's a red leather sofa here!" "You don't need it," he calmly said. I took a picture and texted it to him. Try to change his mind. He texts back "you don't need it". It's just hard to put 43 years of his life into a paragraph. Too hard. From Chad: My main memory, like so many of our family's memories, is about fishing. I remember going with Wes and my grandfather to the lake, just down the road from their home. When it came time to bait the hooks, we used crickets. I wasn't used to that, coming from Florida. Whole different type of fishing. Since I never did it, I asked Wes to do it. Of course he did it. He was always willing to invest time with me. Pappaw baited the next hook for me. Mammaw after that. I think the secret is that I didn't want to touch a bug. My other memory is Wes having a "motorcycle". He would drive the minibike around the yard. I thought it was so cool. I'm going to miss him a lot. I'm glad for the time that I got, but wish I had spent more time with him in recent years.
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