Robert Lewis Macon

Robert Lewis Macon, born July 10, 1969, passed away January 17, 2009. Preceded in death by father, George Macon. Survived by wife of 19 years, Lori; children, Ariel, Robert Jr., andSebastian Macon. Service will be 2:00PM Monday January 19, 2009 at New Hope Funeral Home, 500 E. Hwy. 80, Sunnyvale, TX.75182. Interment will follow in New Hope Memorial Gardens. Robert: Strength, compassion, most of all faith. Through out Roberts life, he was told he would not live to make it through the next few years. The doctors were always amazed. He endured a lot of pain and suffering and never lost his faith in God; in fact, his faith became stronger. He endured the kind of trials that many people would have given up on their faith or blamed God for all the bad stuff. Robert on the other hand, not only did not do those things, he had incredible faith. Every time he prayed he would thank God for having the years he was given, the family he never even dreamed he would have and the support of his church family and friends; he would then pray for the others around him, the doctors and nurses for their care of him, to give them strength. He tried to keep a journal during his last days. He was not able to write much but he was able to express a few things; he asked God to bless the nurses that took care of him because he realized it takes a strong person to deal with another persons pain and suffering every day. He also expressed how thankful he was for his church family and asked that God bless them and their families. He would give thanks once again for his family and asked God to give us strength, comfort and peace. It was only after he had prayed for those around him and asked God to forgive him of his sins, would he ask God to help him through his suffering and to heal him. Robert was a truly amazing person. It seemed every time I would go to see him in the hospital I would have other people tell me how great a guy he was. Sometimes it was another patient who Robert and touched their life by sharing his story, praying with them, and giving them hope, sometimes it was the nurses that helped him. I had a couple of nurses that actually told me how much they were going to miss him, and one nurse even cried because seeing Robert and his family and friends praying and laughing together and how he was always so kind to her and made her laugh made her grateful to be a nurse. Then there was the tech named Jan from China that cut up with Robert all the time. She made everyone around her laugh and smile all the time and Robert did the same for her. She became Grandma Jan and the whole family just enjoyed being around her and her us. She hated to see Robert leave and asked that he call the floor or if she could call us. Robert just had an incredible way of looking at life; right after he had had his left leg amputated and he had recovered well enough to get out of the house, we made a trip to the mall. He passed Foot Locker and there as a young man in there moping around, business was slow, and you could tell he was not having a good day. Robert walked in on his crutches picked up a box of shoes, went over to the man and said hey man, what do you think since I only need one shoe, how about you sell me one for half price and started to laugh. The man started laughing and he talked to Robert for a bit. When we left, the man was smiling from ear to ear and told Robert he had made his day and he would never forget him. I would like to say my life with Robert was easy, but it was not. Living with someone with the kind of pain and suffering that Robert went through was hard. All the hospital visits wondering what was the next step in his illness was very trying. Robert used to say, Im sorry you guys got stuck with me. He would apologize for not being able to work and support his family. Even though it was hard, he gave his family so much more than so many other men. He went to every concert, play, talent show, sporting event he could. He went when he was in so much pain that it was all he could do to just sit there. Of course, he also went when he was feeling good. He truly enjoyed family and friends, and they were a blessing to him. He spent time just sitting and talking to them. There was never anything more important to him. He shows his family that no matter what he had to go through that he never lost his faith. He was the one that told us even when we lost our home that God would taker care of us, and of course, He did. His strength, compassion and faith made our family strong. It showed us a deeper kind of love. In his last days, he asked God to give his family and friends comfort and peace when we are sad and troubled and that we know in our hearts that he is with God and is no longer bound by pain, suffering and a broken body. To all that have been with our family through this, I cannot tell you how grateful we are for your love, prayers and support. Please continue to pray for our family and we will continue to hold you in our prayers as well. - Lori Macon Dad, my hero, my friend, a shoulder to lean on. He was always a light to the people around him. His faith was strong and showed through. His faith is something I admire. No matter what we as a family were going through or what he was enduring, his faith was always strong and something we could count on. People have always been drawn to my dad; he always told me it was because Gods light shone through, and he would tell me that he knew because he could feel it and because I had it too. He would tell me how because we are Gods children that people would come to us like a moth to a flame to learn of Gods love and light. Dads faith was something you could see in his eyes and in his actions. Whether we had some to give or none at all, he always tried to help those in need, most of the time all he could lend was a listening ear, which can be the one thing you need. For me, it always was. He always told me that I could talk to him about anything. And I felt I could and I usually did, no matter how foolish the conversation could be or how serious, I knew that he would not judge me but instead support me. - Ariel