Agape Life Services

04/25/2026

In Loving Memory of Michael Darnell Tucker Sr.
January 19, 1959 to April 17, 2026

A life so full, so richly lived,
A heart that gave, a soul that gave,
In every laugh, in every hug,
He left behind the love he made.

From D.C.’s streets where he began,
To places far where duty called,
He stood with strength, a Marine so proud,
With honor answering it all.

Through work and craft, through years of skill,
He built a life both strong and true,
At the Smithsonian he left his mark,
A legacy in all he would do.

But more than titles, more than days,
It was his love that led the way,
A father, granddad, great granddad,
His greatest pride, his brightest ray.

He showed up for each grandchild’s smile,
Through every moment, big or small,
With open arms and steady love,
He was there, always, for them all.

With music playing, joy so wide,
He would cut a rug with timeless grace,
Bowed legs moving, full of swag,
A light no darkness could erase.

By water’s edge or by the grill,
He found his peace, he shared his care,
In every meal, in every cast,
You felt his love it was always there.

Though we now walk this road apart,
His spirit never fades away,
For in our hearts, in all we do,
His love and laughter forever true.

Semper Fi, his life declared,
Always faithful, strong, and true,
And in that faith, we carry on,
With him in all we say and do.

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04/24/2026

A Life in Purple

Born on a winter’s morning,
February fourth, ’59,
In the hills of Kentucky, where stories grow,
Carol’s light began to shine.

Her hands could turn the simplest thread
Into something warm and whole,
Quilts and seams stitched carefully,
A reflection of her soul.

Life was not always easy,
And she carried more than most could see,
There were days that tested patience,
Days that shaped her quietly.
She wasn’t always gentle,
But she never stopped becoming,
And those who stayed close saw a change,
A softer light, a love still coming.

In later years, her laughter grew,
A playful spark, a brighter way,
Her daughters saw a joyful mom
Who found more reasons to smile each day.

She found comfort in the little things,
Front porch swings and ocean air,
Cooking meals, a love for purple,
And making joy from what was there.

She loved a fast car’s restless hum,
A song sung loud without a care,
And through her jokes and karaoke,
She gave the world her spirit there.

Through life’s turns, both sharp and kind,
Some bonds were lost, then found again,
For even love that once had changed
Can circle back and heal as friends.
And by her side, in time, there stood
A familiar heart who chose to stay,
Her former husband, now her friend,
Walking with her in a different way.

She gave her care to those in need,
With steady hands and open heart,
Serving others, showing kindness,
That was always part of her art.

And though she’s gone from earthly sight,
Her story doesn’t end here,
In every laugh, in every memory,
Her presence still feels near.

A life of layers, real and true,
Of strength, of change, of love that grew,
Carol lives on in those who knew
The many shades of her, all beautifully true.

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04/13/2026

On Christmas Day, a life began,
A quiet light, a gentle hand.
She moved through life with love so deep,
The kind we hold, the kind we keep.

A daughter first, a sister dear,
A steady heart through every year.
A wife, a mother—strong yet kind,
With endless love she left behind.

She left this world in peaceful grace,
At home, in such a familiar place.
No fear, just rest, so calm and true,
Surrounded still by love she knew.

Though we can’t hold her as before,
She’s not so distant, not so far—
For in our hearts, she’ll always be,
A quiet, lasting memory.

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04/13/2026

On Christmas Day, a life began,
A quiet light, a gentle hand.
She moved through life with love so deep,
The kind we hold, the kind we keep.

A daughter first, a sister dear,
A steady heart through every year.
A wife, a mother—strong yet kind,
With endless love she left behind.

She left this world in peaceful grace,
At home, in such a familiar place.
No fear, just rest, so calm and true,
Surrounded still by love she knew.

Though we can’t hold her as before,
She’s not so distant, not so far.
For in our hearts, she’ll always be,
A quiet, lasting memory.

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04/13/2026

In quiet strength, she shaped the days,
With steady hands and guiding ways.
A teacher’s heart, both firm and kind,
Left lasting marks on every mind.

On fields and courts, her spirit shone,
In every life her seeds were sown.
Through years of care, through joy and test,
She gave her all, her very best.

In Newport News, her story grew,
Through love she gave, so strong and true.
Now softly held in memory’s light,
She rests beyond our human sight.

Yet laughter lingers, warm and near,
In stories shared from year to year.
And in each life she helped to guide,
Her spirit still walks by our side.

So gather close, let love be shown,
In ways she taught, in seeds she’s sown.
For though she’s gone from earthly view,
Her life lives on in me and you.

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04/08/2026

Antonio

I want you back, when you get here
Pull up in the driveway and make sure you turn those subs up so my pictures shake on the wall
I want to hear them bump
Definitely don’t clean up your tools, just leave them in the driveway, I’ll go around
Leave the front door wide open with the a/c blasting even if it’s 100 degrees outside
Track mud across the floor with your dirty boots
Make sure you leave them where I will trip
Go shower and leave your towel and clothes on the floor
Tomorrow, maybe sleep through your alarm clock or just don’t go to school
My eyes just need to see you, my ears to hear you
My arms just need to hug you, my heart just needs to feel you
Because you were perfect in every imperfection

Love, Mom

04/08/2026

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04/02/2026

Please help support the community as we mourn the loss of 3 young Spotsylvania teens Please help support the community as we mourn the loss of 3 young Spotsylvania teens. The funeral of Kyle Derby will be held at 11am on Friday, April 3 at Salem Fields Community Church (Gordon Road) and help is need...

04/02/2026

Please help support our community as we mourn the loss of three young teens from Spotsylvania.

The funeral service for Kyle Derby will be held at 11:00 AM on Friday, April 3 at Salem Fields Community Church (Gordon Road). We are expecting more than 300 guests, and we are asking for help in providing food for those attending.

Food donations can be dropped off at the church at the following times:
• 9:00 AM – 10:00 AM
• 12:15 PM – 12:45 PM

If you are able to contribute, please review the available slots in the signup and select an item to bring.

Thank you for your kindness, generosity, and support during this difficult time.

Please help support the community as we mourn the loss of 3 young Spotsylvania teens Please help support the community as we mourn the loss of 3 young Spotsylvania teens. The funeral of Kyle Derby will be held at 11am on Friday, April 3 at Salem Fields Community Church (Gordon Road) and help is need...

04/01/2026

In Loving Memory of Kyle Nicholas Derby

There are some souls
who do not simply pass through life;
they run with it,
barefoot and laughing,
through fields, through forests,
through every sunrise they can catch.

Kyle was one of those souls.

He belonged to the hush of the woods,
to the rustle of leaves beneath steady steps,
to the breath of morning air
before the world fully wakes.
In wild places, he found his peace,
and in that peace,
he found himself.

He lived as if each day
was something to be held,
turned over,
and cherished;
an adventure waiting just beyond the door.

And oh, how he made us laugh.

A quick wit, a bright spark;
the kind of laughter
that lingers even now,
echoing in the spaces he once filled,
softening the weight of this moment
with the gift he gave so freely.

He loved deeply:
in the unbreakable bond with his brothers,
in the friendships that felt like family,
in the quiet, steadfast way
he showed up for the people who mattered most.

That kind of love does not fade.

Though the night came far too soon,
and far too much was taken,
no darkness can hold
a life lived this brightly.

Because Kyle is still here:
in the stories told through tears and smiles,
in the woods that still whisper his name,
in the hearts that beat a little stronger
because they knew him.

And so today, we do not say goodbye,
not fully, not forever.

We remember.
We hold tight.
We carry him forward.

Like sunlight through the trees,
like laughter on the wind,
like love that does not end.

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03/31/2026

In Loving Memory of Florante Germino

He journeyed far from island shores,
Where ocean winds and sunlight pour,
To walk new roads, to cross new lands,
With hope and love in gentle hands.

He found his joy in simple things,
In quiet days that life still brings,
In reading signs along the way,
And treasuring each passing day.

Through winding roads and skies so wide,
To places where old friends reside,
In laughter shared and stories told,
He warmed the years that once felt old.

For love of family, strong and true,
There was no place he would not go to,
Even paths he would not choose,
He walked for them, with nothing to lose.

A steady hand, a caring heart,
In every meal, a work of art,
From garden soil to kitchen flame,
Each act of love spoke out his name.

He danced through life with quiet grace,
With joy that time could not erase,
And in his grandchildren’s bright delight,
He found his truest, purest light.

“Awo,” they called with love so deep,
A name their hearts will always keep,
And in their faith, so soft, so true,
They know he rests with heaven in view.

Beside his wife, through years so dear,
In every smile, in every tear,
A love that time will not undo,
Still lives in all he gave and knew.

Now called to rest, his journey done,
Returned at last where he begun,
Yet in God’s light, his spirit stays,
Alive within our hearts always.

And though we part, we hold him near,
In every memory, bright and clear,
For love like his will never fade,
But lives on in the lives he made.

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03/30/2026

For Judy Ann Sprouse Dill

August sunlight marked her beginning,
Soft and warm, a steady glow,
And through the years she carried that light
In ways only love can show.

Not in grand or fleeting moments,
But in all the quiet things,
In kitchens filled with laughter,
In the comfort her presence brings.

She built a home from patience,
From devotion, day by day,
A life stitched strong with kindness
In every word she would say.

Beside her stood her truest love,
Through every joy and mile,
Sharing simple motorcycle rides
That always made her smile.

The road stretched wide before them,
The wind a gentle song,
Two hearts bound close together,
Exactly where they belonged.

A mother, grandmother, guiding hand,
A great-grandmother’s gentle grace,
She watched her family blossom and grow
With pride that lit her face.

She found her joy in simple things,
The hum of wings outside,
Long days filled with quiet love,
Her family at her side.

Strong in ways that needed no praise,
Quiet in grace, yet deeply known,
She gave her heart so freely
And made that love our own.

Though time has called her gently home,
Her light will never fade,
For in every life she touched with love,
Her memory is softly laid.

So we gather not in sorrow alone,
But in gratitude and grace,
For having known a soul so kind,
And having shared her place.

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