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Floyd Eugene May Sr.

April 21, 1962 ~ November 17, 2021 (age 59)


Floyd Eugene May, Sr. was born on April 21, 1962 in St. Joseph, MO to his proud parents, Albert L., Sr. and Carrie K. May.  Floyd was the second of five children and was raised surrounded by love and happiness with his siblings Albert, Jr., Kathleen (Lady), Carletta (Letta) and Victor, Sr.  Floyd was named after an uncle.  Our father had a younger brother named Floyd so, when he had his second son, it made perfect sense to have an Albert and Floyd of his own.  Our parents always talked about Floyd being a very calm, sweet and even tempered baby, a real mellow fellow.  In fact, Carrie remembers an incident when Floyd was just a toddler.  Her mother, Agnes, had slipped and fallen down and Floyd fell out laughing.  Grandma Ag, unhurt, said, “He’s so quiet, I didn’t know he could laugh!”  Floyd had a great, if sometimes bent, sense of humor.  It served him well throughout his life and endeared him to all who knew him.

After Albert, Sr. and Carrie Moved their family to Denver, Floyd began his primary education at University Park Elementary School.  Mom recalls that on his first day of school, she took him to drop him off and just knew he was going to cry…but he didn’t. He said, “Bye!”, and off he went.  The next day, she woke him up and told him they had to get ready to go and he asked, “Where are we going?” She answered, “To school.” to which Floyd, emphatically replied, “I already went!”  He hated school ever since.  However, he did manage to get through Junior High School at Hamilton and went on to Graduate from George Washington Senior High School where he was a terror on the football field.  During and after High school Floyd had a few different jobs, some of which overlapped.  I remember when he was applying to the U.S. Postal Service he was concerned that he didn’t have a very long resume’.  I told him that, as an employer, I’d want to hire someone like him, reliable, consistent, and steady.  He got hired and when he ended his working career it was with the Postal Service.

Floyd married Angela Johnson during the early nineties in Denver, CO.  Unfortunately, the marriage ended in divorce.  However, three beautiful blessings came out of this union, a daughter, Tashara (Shara), a son, Floyd, Jr. (Little Floyd), and a bonus child, Tanisha (T).  Through these blessings, our dear brother was best loved, and he loved BEST!  He was a good person at his core and did his very best to care for and provide for his children and they have many fond memories of him.  Little Floyd recalls that, his dad always tried to make it to his football games. He remembers one game in particular when his dad had to work.  His grandparents took him to his game, but at around half-time, he looks up and sees his dad there…in uniform….and with the mail truck, just to see him play.  As mellow as Floyd could be, he also had a temper.  T’s high school basketball coach found that out the hard way.  The coach had the audacity (and bad judgement) to cut T from the team.  Coach got the rough edge of Floyd’s tongue so bad that I’m convinced she’s still recovering from that tongue lashing all these years later.   On his more artistic side, he loved watching Shara perform. He went to as many of her performances as he could.  Shara says her dad, Ole Dusty, claimed that she got her talent from him.  She remembers one performance in particular.  Her dad was sitting in the front during a performance of Chicago, and his cell phone went off….way to let me know you’re there!  His children also recall the bike rides he’d take them on,  picnics and outings, calling the homework help line, and that time they had call 911…good times!

For some strange reason, Floyd was a die-hard fan of the Denver Broncos…..NOT! The Detroit Lions were his team.  No matter how bad they stunk up the place, they were his team.  He and Albert, Jr. could have some…spirited… debates about football…with them BOTH being wrong as two left shoes.  Lady remembers verbally sparring, often, with Floyd (she’s a Broncos fan).  She could break out in an old (stale) cheer to taunt him when the Broncos were playing....and It Was On!  I remember his kind heart and generous nature. He’d give you the shirt off his back.  When I and my husband, Rodney, were raising 7 children, we could call on Floyd, anytime, if we needed help getting the kids from school or to all of their different activities.  Even at the last minute, he never complained, he just answered the call.

Floyd had many nicknames over the years...Sudda budda, the Great Godda Buddha, and, Shara’s favorite, Ole Dusty.  But what he loved being called most was Grampa.  He absolutely LOVED his granddaughter Tierra (his Love Bug) to the moon and back and she loved him.  She was the light of his heart and she knows that he is at peace now and in a better place.

Floyd Eugene May, Sr. departed this life to the embrace of the Lord on November 17, 2021, in Denver, CO.  He was preceded in death by his younger brother, Victor T May, Sr. Those left to cherish his memory include his beloved children, Tashara May (Los Angeles), Floyd May, Jr. and Tanisha May, both of Denver, granddaughter, Tierra Johnson (Denver), loving parents, Albert, Sr. and Carrie May, Denver, loving siblings, Albert, Jr. (Arlette) , Huston, Kathleen Getter, Denver, Carletta (Rodney) King, Denver and a host of nieces, nephews and lifelong friends.

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November 28, 2021

1:00 PM to 3:00 PM
Pipkin Braswell Chapel of Peace (Denver)

Celebration of Life
November 28, 2021

3:00 PM
Pipkin Braswell Chapel of Peace (Denver)

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