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Tyrone Nicholson was apart of so many communities. I remember being a kid and sitting on his front steps on Cheney Street, and him smiling and greeting neighbors every fews minutes. I remember getting on the MBTA Silver Line bus with my father as a kid to go to the AMC movie theaters or to go shopping, and I remember watching as he smiled, greeted, and held a light hearted conversation with the individuals along the route that often ended in laughter. I remember thinking, "My father has crossed paths with so many people, and has been apart of so many people's lives." He would often then reminisce with me about the memories he shared with that person. He was such a kind person, who wanted everyone to feel seen and loved. His smile was so warm and his laughter brought joy to the people around him.
In his younger days, my dad was a dancer and a musician- he made beats and recorded voices over those beats. As I was growing up, I knew that this was where I got my creative side from. I remember him being so excited to work on music projects. I remember him encouraging me to sing- something that I really enjoyed doing. I remember him breaking me out of my timidity and recording my voice. He was so proud of me and bragged about me to everyone, his friends and family.
My father honored his mother and his father not only with words but through his actions, and he was a loyal friend. Before my grandfather passed away, my father was his father's care taker for for multiple years. This meant that he lived with him, went grocery shopping for him, paid his bills for him, changed his bed sheets, and cleaned him, and and probably so much more which I didn't get to see. He laid down his own life to care for his father's. He continued to pay the rent for his own apartment while he slept at and took care of his father's. Daily, my father called his mother who lives in North Carolina to check up on her and he called me at least once a week. My father also leaves behind a best friend of over twenty years, Beverly Blocker.
My father was content with what he had. My father was the epitome of Philipians 4:11 which says, "Not that I was ever in need, for I have learned how to be content with whatever I have. I know how to live on almost nothing or with everything. I have learned the secret of living in every situation, whether it is with a full stomach or empty, with plenty or little. For I can do everything through Christ, who gives me strength." I recall him often saying, "I have everything I need, and him listing out his blessings even though what he had could have been considered as lack. He was so humble and so content with what he had.
I take away so many lessons from my father's life. My father ran his race, and I truly believe he is passing on the baton to me. While he is resting, I will remember all that he taught me, to honor my mother, my father, and everyone, to call out what you see in others whether it is creativity or a gift and to cheer them on, and to be content, whatever my circumstances.
Our family would really appreciate it if you would donate in tribute to my father Tyrone. All donations will go towards my father's home-going service, so that we can give him a proper service in celebration of his beautiful life. Thank you.
In his younger days, my dad was a dancer and a musician- he made beats and recorded voices over those beats. As I was growing up, I knew that this was where I got my creative side from. I remember him being so excited to work on music projects. I remember him encouraging me to sing- something that I really enjoyed doing. I remember him breaking me out of my timidity and recording my voice. He was so proud of me and bragged about me to everyone, his friends and family.
My father honored his mother and his father not only with words but through his actions, and he was a loyal friend. Before my grandfather passed away, my father was his father's care taker for for multiple years. This meant that he lived with him, went grocery shopping for him, paid his bills for him, changed his bed sheets, and cleaned him, and and probably so much more which I didn't get to see. He laid down his own life to care for his father's. He continued to pay the rent for his own apartment while he slept at and took care of his father's. Daily, my father called his mother who lives in North Carolina to check up on her and he called me at least once a week. My father also leaves behind a best friend of over twenty years, Beverly Blocker.
My father was content with what he had. My father was the epitome of Philipians 4:11 which says, "Not that I was ever in need, for I have learned how to be content with whatever I have. I know how to live on almost nothing or with everything. I have learned the secret of living in every situation, whether it is with a full stomach or empty, with plenty or little. For I can do everything through Christ, who gives me strength." I recall him often saying, "I have everything I need, and him listing out his blessings even though what he had could have been considered as lack. He was so humble and so content with what he had.
I take away so many lessons from my father's life. My father ran his race, and I truly believe he is passing on the baton to me. While he is resting, I will remember all that he taught me, to honor my mother, my father, and everyone, to call out what you see in others whether it is creativity or a gift and to cheer them on, and to be content, whatever my circumstances.
Our family would really appreciate it if you would donate in tribute to my father Tyrone. All donations will go towards my father's home-going service, so that we can give him a proper service in celebration of his beautiful life. Thank you.