Stanley Brock Wilson passed away January 27, 2018 at the age of 60.

Life Story

Stan spent his life serving others. H e always had a big laugh to share and a great story to tell. He encouraged everyone, especially his son, to reach for their dreams. He was a constant practical joker, known for his contagious laugh and smile. Finding a career in the restaurant industry allowed Stan to do what he did best: Be the life of the party, make everyone feel special; and enjoy being the ultimate foodie!

Stan grew up in Atlanta, attending Northside High and later going on to Lynchburg and Flagler Colleges from which he graduated. His proudest achievement was his son, Fletcher.

Stan was one of a kind. He never met a stranger, or let anyone in need go without. He put everyone before himself, which is why he had so many beside him at the end. He was the ultimate giver who wore his heart on his sleeve, never letting anyone know when he was hurting or struggling. Stan leaves this world a better place for being in it, and will forever be missed.

Family

Stan is survived by his son, Fletcher Wilson Harper; sister-in-law, Linda Wilson; nephews, Rodney Wilson and wife, Alison, and Chad Wilson and wife, Elizabeth. Other relatives include aunts, uncles and cousins. He was preceded in death by his parents, Henry L. Wilson and Evelyn Brock Wilson Persells; stepfather, Lester Persells; and his brother, Ronald Lynn Wilson.

Celebration of Life Service

A memorial service to celebrate Stan’s life will be held 6:00 P.M. on Monday, February 5, 2018 at Atlantic Grille 264 19th Street, NW, Atlanta, GA 30363. Messages of condolence may be shared by visiting www.GeorgiaCremation.com. The family is being assisted by Georgia Cremation 3570 Buford Highway, Suite #202, Duluth, GA 30096 (678)584-0914.

 

At the Rising of the Sun

At the rising of the sun
and its going down,
WE REMEMBER THEM.
At the blowing of the wind
and in the chill of winter,
WE REMEMBER THEM.
In the opening of the buds
and in the rebirth of the spring,
WE REMEMBER THEM.
At the blueness of the skies
and in the warmth of summer,
WE REMEMBER THEM.
At the rustling of the leaves
and the beauty of autumn,
WE REMEMBER THEM.
As long as we live, they too will live;
for they are now a part of us,
As we remember them.