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Obituary for Roger Lee Ammons
Roger L. Ammons passed away at his home on July 1. He was 55.
Born January 7, 1964, Roger’s childhood days were filled with hunting, bike riding, “anni-over,” tennis, riding horses, and friends. Many, many friends. So many nights were spent playing kick-the-can under the street light with all the neighborhood kids. He pitched baseball for a time and could throw that ball with arrow precision. Come to think of it, he could throw a rock too and hit his mark on a moving target every time, in case he had a reason to. He could definitely hold his own, even tho he was the youngest of four kids.
As he grew older he turned to music and writing. Not sure when he started playing the bass, but he taught himself well. He had a natural talent to “make that bass sing” and enjoyed hours a day, playing music, up until last week. He played with several bands over the years, one of which entertained at the Phoenix Fling for 3 years in a row. This made him happy. Oh, and mowing - that really made him happy. He loved to mow on his riding John Deere. So much so that he not only mowed his grass, but any needy neighbor who didn’t mind him helping. Like the widow across the street. He just did it for her because he knew she needed it.
Roger had a heart of gold, despite his heart problems diagnosed in 2005. He loved his family with a fireproof love. Especially his nieces and nephews. He loved them fierce and showed them so with boxes of ice cream each time he arrived at their house. He was there anytime we needed him with whatever we needed. All we had to do was call. He was only happy if we were. He always put himself last. Our many trips to Disney as a family are a perfect example ... he would make sure the family was lined up like ducks and he would fall in behind, keeping watch on the bobbing heads in front. That was his job and he did it well. Keeping watch over the flock.
He had a quick wit and was very intelligent, even tho he wanted you to not know that. He could write stories, songs and poems like no other. His brain was always working a story out, and when he was satisfied with it, he’d share, with that twinkle in his eye. Who can forget his tale of the “meatloaf biscuit” franchise? One of the songs he wrote for the girls years ago was, “Ole’ Blue.” They would sing along with him and laugh and laugh. Mission accomplished, Uncle Roger.
And speaking of, “Ole’,” he loved his Ole Miss Rebels, beginning with Archie as quarterback. He went to games as a kid with his brothers and dad, but as an adult, he and Randy made game after game after game, dressed in their red and blue, supporting their Rebels. When Samantha chose to go to State, he had to first give her a good talking to, to ensure she was in her right mental state. He finally relented but kept up the “my team is better than your team” banter, again with that twinkle in his eye. Our Brooke now plays flute in the Ole Miss Pride of the South and Uncle Roger, my bookend brother, swelled with pride every time she took the field. On the morning Jess was married, they pulled in the parking lot of the church on two wheels because they were traveling back from the Sugar Bowl 2016, supporting their Rebs. Knowing that Case had applied at Ole Miss for the Fall 2020 was just the icing on the Fins Up cake for him.
Most importantly and most assuredly, Roger was a believer in the Lord Jesus Christ. He made a childhood profession of faith and was baptized but in later years our mama had many talks with him, ensuring his salvation. His gruff exterior was the housing for a tender heart that loved deeply, cared deeply, and showed that love through service.
Because of that, his heart has been made new. His heart has been made whole. And ours are forever shattered. I pray there’s grass in heaven, and I pray he’s been handed the keys to a green and yellow John Deere.
Gone before him in death are his father Bob and his brother Butch. Left behind are his mother, June Ammons, Brother - Randy (Dawn) and Sister - Robin (Steve). Nieces - Jess (Ben) Samantha (Jordan), and Brooke. Nephews - Case and Nick.
“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away. The new has come.” 2 Corinthians 5:17