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Joe Ottice Smith

Birth
Stigler, Haskell County, Oklahoma, USA
Death
22 Feb 2009 (aged 59)
Muskogee, Muskogee County, Oklahoma, USA
Burial
Cremated, Ashes given to family or friend. Specifically: part of his ashes were strewn in Lake Prince in Suffolk, Virginia and part retained in a locket made for his wife, Mildred to wear Add to Map
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Joe Ottice Smith died February 22, 2009, at the age of 59 and was cremated, and part of his ashes were strewn in Lake Prince in Suffolk, Virginia, and part retained in a locket made for his wife, Mildred, to wear. Joe Ottice died after a long fight with myloma cancer.
A memorial service was held on February 25, 2009, at the Mallory-Martin Funeral Home Chapel in Stigler, Oklahoma, officiated by Henry Kates and Rev. Robert Maxwell Jr. Many people were there and wonderful eulogies were given by his two son-in-laws, and several close friends. Both the Masons and VFW members conducted a service. He was described by his friends as being a very loving family man and father who loved his kids and grandkids. His two passions were fishing and singing. Also as a young boy he was a great Stigler High School football player. He, Mildred, and I spent many enjoyable hours at the Eufaula VFW karaoke nights where we both sang and also sang together, "You're the Reason God Made Oklahoma."
Joe was a Navy Veteran, stationed in Virginia where he met his loving wife Mildred, and also worked as a Navy Civilian on aircraft. He was an ejection specialist and also suffered an accident where he was ejected from a plane while it was parked on a runway in Virginia. He thought that this accident may have caused his cancer as he was quite messed up from the accident. Joseph retired and he and his family moved back to Stigler, Oklahoma, where he was raised. Later they moved from Stigler to their present home on the Kerr Reservoir in Tamaha, Oklahoma, 17 northeast of Stigler.
His family wrote a poem that was inserted in his funeral bulletin:
Today we have lost our father,
free from the suffering and pain,
of the cancer that ate his bones.
We watched as he struggled for air,
his body so small.
His eyes looked up to the Heavens,
arms reaching up to something unseen.
We held his hand and only wished
for him to know we were there with him.
Life will never be the same without him
in our world. We love you Daddy until
we meet again.
Joe Ottice Smith died February 22, 2009, at the age of 59 and was cremated, and part of his ashes were strewn in Lake Prince in Suffolk, Virginia, and part retained in a locket made for his wife, Mildred, to wear. Joe Ottice died after a long fight with myloma cancer.
A memorial service was held on February 25, 2009, at the Mallory-Martin Funeral Home Chapel in Stigler, Oklahoma, officiated by Henry Kates and Rev. Robert Maxwell Jr. Many people were there and wonderful eulogies were given by his two son-in-laws, and several close friends. Both the Masons and VFW members conducted a service. He was described by his friends as being a very loving family man and father who loved his kids and grandkids. His two passions were fishing and singing. Also as a young boy he was a great Stigler High School football player. He, Mildred, and I spent many enjoyable hours at the Eufaula VFW karaoke nights where we both sang and also sang together, "You're the Reason God Made Oklahoma."
Joe was a Navy Veteran, stationed in Virginia where he met his loving wife Mildred, and also worked as a Navy Civilian on aircraft. He was an ejection specialist and also suffered an accident where he was ejected from a plane while it was parked on a runway in Virginia. He thought that this accident may have caused his cancer as he was quite messed up from the accident. Joseph retired and he and his family moved back to Stigler, Oklahoma, where he was raised. Later they moved from Stigler to their present home on the Kerr Reservoir in Tamaha, Oklahoma, 17 northeast of Stigler.
His family wrote a poem that was inserted in his funeral bulletin:
Today we have lost our father,
free from the suffering and pain,
of the cancer that ate his bones.
We watched as he struggled for air,
his body so small.
His eyes looked up to the Heavens,
arms reaching up to something unseen.
We held his hand and only wished
for him to know we were there with him.
Life will never be the same without him
in our world. We love you Daddy until
we meet again.


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