Francis J. Clarke Tribute

There are times that I wake up and just for a moment, I forget that I am living in a world in which my grandfather is not there. There are times that I when I sit alone in a room, I can swear that I can hear your voice in my mind, and it is still so real to me. I realize in all of this just how blessed I have been not just to have been your first grandchild, but to have known what a remarkable man you where.
One of the first things I always tell people is that I was named after you, gosh PaPa, I am so proud that your name is a part of me, just as much as you are always going to be in my heart.

Love Always, your namesake...

TaMekia Justina Clarke

I never had the privilege of meeting Francis Clarke, but I know what a void the passing of a father larger than life can be. Just as I carry a lot of my dad in me, a fact I really never realized in life, I feel that I somehow know Francis through Ray, a treasured friend always there when you need a hand. It is comforting to know that your father will live on in you and your children. My thoughts and prayers go out to you and your family.

your friend, Marty

My memories are many, and they are all punctuated by love. My father taught me how to care and to give by example.

I remember my first job was at Charles Drew Community Center. Because of limited funds, Mr. Clarke used his basement at he headquarters. I remember playing with Raymond on the front porch and sometimes Mr. Clarke would come out, push his glasses up and say with that accent. What are you boys doing. I also remember that awsome stereo system that he would allow Raymond and myself to listen to from time to time.