In Loving Memory of H.D. Wilkinson
Sept. 16th 1944 - Sept. 28th 2015
Born in Long Branch New Jersey to Howard and Lila Wilkinson.
Wife of 49 years-Annette Wilkinson
Daughters- Kimberli Calabrese & Lucinda Fultz
Siblings- Timothy Wilkinson, Mary & David Cox, Patrica & Robert Cabello
Grandchildren- Anthony, Briana, & Kansis
- Corrina, Katelyn, & Richard
Great Grandchildren- Denver & Avery
Nieces and Nephews- 6
Great Nieces and Nephews-7
Moved to Charlotte County Florida in 1983, where he pursued his auctioneer and real estate career. He was a beloved family man and faithful friend, who truly loved unconditionally. He will be greatly missed by everyone who was lucky enough to know him.
He enjoyed fishing, days on the beach, and always looked forward to family game nights.
A memorial celebration will be held on Monday Oct. 5, from 3-5 at Harbor Heights Park . In lieu of flowers, please make donations to the American Heart Association, in the name of H.D. Wilkinson.
H.D. may be kindly remembered at icscremationandfunerals.org and on Facebook at facebook.com/icscremationandfunerals
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When we look back over the paths we have come on our individual journeys no matter how short or long, we are able to see the crossroads and detours that caused us to question our particular direction from time to time. Yet, at each junction there was always someone of whom we could ask guidance whenever we were in doubt. They were our “pathfinders” and each of us knows one… and probably more.
Through valleys of failure as well as our peaks of success, we came to depend on and seek out those pathfinders. They offered us help in finding our way when our maps were unclear. They reoriented us. They gave us direction. They gave us comfort by reassuring us we were not lost. Most of all, they offered us guidance, without judgment, no matter which direction we were headed or, how many times we may have passed the same crossroad.
One of the most enduring of those pathfinders for me was a man named Howard or, “HD”, as many of us knew him. We were classmates. We were roommates. Simply stated, it was my privilege to call him “friend” for well more than half a century.
I am immeasurably grateful HD allowed me to share in his journey and take pride in knowing he was an integral part of mine. I treasure the recollections of all the times we shared. Whether a simple card game around a kitchen table or a life-altering event such as the births of our children, these and more were moments in time made that much better for having shared them with my friend.
I am deeply saddened his journey has come to its end but am honored to carry his memory with me as I take my own gift of life a little further down the road.
Rest well, my friend, you will be greatly missed by the many whose journeys have been made that much easier for your having been a part of them
Psalm 23 “The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.” (KJV)
Love John and Susie Dickenson and family