Darlene Cooper
Floyd was one of a kind. He was a special brother. The obituary says it all. I have many memories of Floyd, but I'll always remember his generosity. I was about 4 or 5 years old, and Floyd was working at a drug store. He would get paid every Saturday night, and he would buy a small present to bring home to me. He put up with his pestering little sister. He had many ups and downs in life, but always had a positive attitude. We became closer in the last few years as we both aged. I miss our Saturday calls. He had hundreds of stories to tell, but we won't hear them again till we join him in Heaven. He is having a great reunion with family who have preceded him in death, but his greatest joy is seeing his Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. I love you dear brother. I will see you again.
