Henry Hewitt,

Henry Harrison Hewitt, Jr., fondly known as "Junior" in his younger years and then as "Big H" to his family and friends, was known for his quick wit and dry sense of humor. A sheet rocker by trade, he loved building and making the world "white" with sheetrock. Henry always said, "sheetrock dust must be coursing through my veins, I've hung so much sheetrock over the years." Henry was born in Waco, Texas at John Connolly AFB on June 3, 1954. Henry grew up in Dallas, Texas and as a teen moved with his family to Florence, South Carolina. There he met and married his first wife, Kathy and had two children, son Eugene and daughter, Theresa. His Texas roots brought him back to Dallas from Virginia. In Dallas, he met and married his second wife of 24 years, Janice, and they had two daughters, Amy and Dana. Henry was preceded in death by his father, Henry Harrison Hewitt, Sr., and his youngest sister Cynthia Dawn Collins. Henry is survived by his immediate family: wife, Janice, and daughters Amy Hayes and Dana Hewitt of Mesquite, Texas, as well as his children Eugene Hewitt of Sumter, South Carolina and Theresa Joiner and her husband John of Okinawa, Japan, his mother, LaNelle Hewitt Rogers, also of Mesquite, Texas, his grandmother of 99 years, Annie Belle O'Brien of Dallas, his sister, Charlotte Hewitt of Denton, Texas, his brother, Lloyd Hewitt and his wife Karen of Arlington, Texas, his sister Donna Dagley and her husband Ken of Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, his sisters Debbie Smith and her husband Alan, Carol Britt and her husband Chris and Lynette Poon, all of Florence, South Carolina. Henry is also survived by his grandchildren, Nathan Hayes, Jessie Hayes, Madison Joiner and Megan Joiner as well as many nieces, nephews and cousins. Henry's ashes will be interred with his beloved grandfather, Fred O'Brien, in Hillsboro, Texas. The Hewitt family wishes to thank everyone for their kind expressions of sympathy " for all the telephone calls, cards, food, flowers and for all the prayers for our family during this time. God saw you getting tired, and a cure was not to be. So He put His arms around you and whispered, Come with Me. With tearful eyes we watched you slowly fade away. Although we loved you dearly, we would not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, your hard-working hands put to rest, God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes the best.