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Willie Paul Kizer was born on February 3, 1982, to the union of Rosie Lee Kizer and Willie Paul Teague Jr In Chicago Illinois. He was the youngest of three siblings. Willie attended the Institute of Arts San-Francisco campus where he was pursing his degree in film, animation and art his projected graduation date 08/22 and his goal after graduation was to pursue a career with Walt Disney for film and animation in Florida. Willie was a great father, son, brother and friend to many and family, loyalty meant everything to him he stood on his word and meant what he said. if you had a dream and wanted to achieve that dream you can count on Willie to be your biggest support system. If you were having a bad day or down about something his jokes those eyes of his with so much empathy and compassion would brighten you up fast and if you were in a bind if Willie could do it he would give you his last. He was the perfect example of what it means to hold the title “father” he was at every game his children’s biggest cheerleader in every sport they played and they did their homework together he wanted them to see if dad can do it you can do it to. Willie departed his life on April 27, 2022. He was preceded in death by his Grandmother’s Rosetta Teague and Ruby Bea father Willie Jr, Grandfather Willie Sr, and his four uncles Rory, Cornell, Maine, Eddy and two aunts Patricia and Ruby. Willie leaves to cherish his memory: his mother Rosie L Kizer, Chas His daughter’s Melody Amillian Kizer, Lyric Lei Kizer, Fatima Josephine McNeal and one son Willie Paul Kizer II. Willie had three siblings Earnest Kizer, Theresa Johnson and Christina Kizer. A host of aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, cousins family and friends. Willie had three cousins who were like brothers to him John Watts, Steven Smith, Goodman and his nephew Dante and Gabby.
by Washington Gladded
In the bitter waves of woe,
Beaten and tossed about,
By the sullen winds that blow,
From the desolate shores of doubt,
Where the anchors that faith has cast
Are dragging in the gale,
I am quietly holding fast
To the things that cannot fail.