OBITUARY

      Lucius Charles Nero born December 25, 1937, went home to be with his eternal father on August 23, 2002 at Johnson Willis Hospital. “Nero” as he was affectionately called by friends, “L.C.” by family, was the third born child of the late Jack and Christine Nero of Timmonsville, South Carolina. He was preceded in death by one sister, Peggy and one daughter, Angie.
       Nero accepted Christ at an early age and united himself with Howell Chapel Baptist Church of Timmonsville, South Carolina. In 1999 he united with Hollywood Baptist Church where he remained a faithful member. He was a member of the Sanctuary Choir. His voice was loved by many. When his health began to fail, he continued to sing from his wheel chair. Nero organized the Male Chorus at Hollywood Baptist Church. For many years he sang with the Golden Jubillee’s of Richmond, among other groups. He retired from Street and Branch Painting Company. Nero was also a great fisherman.
       He leaves to cherish his memories: two daughters, Terrie N. Monroe, and Tammy Nero-Stewart (Casey); two sons, Genesis (Renee) and Carl (Terri); eleven grandchildren; stepmother, Bertha Nero of Timmonsville, S.C.; two sisters, Neomie Edwards and Betty Nero of Newark, NJ; one step sister, Jessie Mae Singleton of Timmonsville, S.C.; one brother, Albert Nero, Jr. (Gayle) of Trenton, NJ; one uncle, Robert Nero of Buffalo, NY; two aunts, Lucille Nero of Timmonsville, S.C. and Bertha Nero.
       Nero also leaves a devoted loved one, Gerald Phillips, her children, Gerald (Gloria), James (Vita) and her three granddaughters, a host of nieces, nephews, cousins and friends. among them, three devoted “Duck”, Roger Taylor and Matthew Pettiway.

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God knew that you were so tired,
And a cure was not to be,
So He put His arms around you
And whispered, “Come to Me.”

The Golden Gate stood open
God knew you needed rest,
His garden must be beautiful
For he only takes the best.

Although we cannot touch you
You’re never really gone,
For in the hearts of us who love you
Your memory lives on.

The Family

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