Wayne W. Livesay
June 16, 1922 – October 31, 2009
My dad’s brother, Arthur Livesay of Pennington Gap, Virginia, has suggested that it would be most appropriate to ask that in lieu of flowers, donations be made in my dad’s memory to the Sue Livesay Memorial Scholarship Fund. I agree with him, since my dad was a faithful supporter of the fund.
June 16, 1922 – October 31, 2009
At about 8:00 this morning, October 31, 2009, the United States of America lost another of its real heroes. My dad, Wayne W. Livesay, passed out of this earthly life into the presence of the Savior he loved. He has now been reunited with my mom, Anna Ruth Livesay, his wife of sixty-two years, who went on before him in 2007. He was eighty-seven years old, although I believe all that he suffered over the years aged him excessively and gave him the body of a ninety-five year old.
His last few months, weeks, and days were not pleasant. He did not, as is so often said, “pass away after a long illness.” He was actually quite healthy in many ways, taking only two medications and having a normal EKG yesterday, the day prior to his death. In his case, it would be most accurate to say that he “passed away after a long bout with old age.”
My dad was not famous, but he did more for his country than most of us could ever imagine. He fought and bled for the freedom we all enjoy, even for the freedoms of those who today spit on the flag and make a mockery of the liberty we have in this country. His thirty-three missions in B-17 bombers were many beyond the average life-expectancy of bomber crews in World War 2. His nine months as a prisoner of war in Germany took a toll on his body that caused him to suffer until the end of his life.
In addition to his service to his country, he had a long life of service to the Lord, serving as a pastor and church planter, teaching adult Sunday school for many years, and presenting the gospel of Christ to unbelievers. His life’s verse was Galatians 2:20, “I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.”
We will miss him, but we are thankful that he is now at rest and at peace in the very presence of the Lord Jesus Christ.
His last few months, weeks, and days were not pleasant. He did not, as is so often said, “pass away after a long illness.” He was actually quite healthy in many ways, taking only two medications and having a normal EKG yesterday, the day prior to his death. In his case, it would be most accurate to say that he “passed away after a long bout with old age.”
My dad was not famous, but he did more for his country than most of us could ever imagine. He fought and bled for the freedom we all enjoy, even for the freedoms of those who today spit on the flag and make a mockery of the liberty we have in this country. His thirty-three missions in B-17 bombers were many beyond the average life-expectancy of bomber crews in World War 2. His nine months as a prisoner of war in Germany took a toll on his body that caused him to suffer until the end of his life.
In addition to his service to his country, he had a long life of service to the Lord, serving as a pastor and church planter, teaching adult Sunday school for many years, and presenting the gospel of Christ to unbelievers. His life’s verse was Galatians 2:20, “I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.”
We will miss him, but we are thankful that he is now at rest and at peace in the very presence of the Lord Jesus Christ.
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My dad’s brother, Arthur Livesay of Pennington Gap, Virginia, has suggested that it would be most appropriate to ask that in lieu of flowers, donations be made in my dad’s memory to the Sue Livesay Memorial Scholarship Fund. I agree with him, since my dad was a faithful supporter of the fund.