Memories of Dwight Travis Pearson, Sr.

In memory of

Dwight Travis Pearson, Sr.

Herndon, VA, USA

November 3, 1948 - September 26, 2019

Nov 3, 1948 - Sep 26, 2019

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Sierra Pearson

Brenda Pearson

Sierra Pearson

Brenda Pearson

Dad at home

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Brenda Pearson

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Daddy and Greg

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Brenda, Mom and Dad

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Dad with baby Ian watching TV

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Daddy at the construction site

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Toni, Barry, Tammy, Dwight

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Leeta Harlem

Pops and Dwight Jr.! Who knows what they were in such deep conversation about!

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Sierra Pearson

Kelly Hacker

Faith Owens

Leeta Harlem

There were so many talks and advice that was given over the years!

I remember one time feeling down about a relationship ending and he gave me this long talk like only he could!

He told me we were from the tribe of Levi and therefore are royalty and that’s how I should be treated!

I remember thinking that was so funny for so many reasons and wondering “are you making this up”? Lol. But it served the purpose of taking me out of my slump!

Even though I don’t celebrate birthdays , dad called me every year without fail to wish me a happy birthday 🥰
I always felt like a little kid when i would hear that birthday message even up to the latest one he left.

I will definitely miss our check ins and chats!

Luv ya dad

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Sierra Pearson

Teresa Little

Bettye Wallace

I am sad for your loss family but glad he no longer suffering. You’re in my thoughts and prayers. May Jehovah comfort and hold on to your hand st this time. ❤️

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Sierra Pearson

Teresa Little

David Pearson

Uncle Dwight's passing really hurts. Writing this has been extremely difficult. Some days you wish never come, but as I am writing this, the memories and all the good times have dried my tears.

Other than my father, I have never been closer to, or loved a man as much as my Uncle Dwight. Unc was more like a father than an Uncle. He loved me. I loved him. We told each other that often. He told me and showed me, that I was a son to him, more than a nephew. His love was unconditional. As a teenager, and younger man, he always gave a a shoulder to lean on when I'd made a mistake and was at odds with my parents, but still let me know, in his comical yet serious way, that I was wrong. He always encouraged me. All throughout my life. Always. He always reminded me of how proud he was of me, how smart he felt I was.

Uncle Dwight was funny, and loud. Not always in that order. He had a very unique voice and a laugh that I will never forget. Seems like all Pearson men have a big sense of humor, Unc was no different. We'd be cracking up all the time. A lot of those jokes and stories will have to stay between the two of us, but I'll try and share some of the cleaner ones here.

So, everybody knows how much Unc loved basketball and coaching youth basketball. One of SO MANY stories during my time playing for him and coaching with him and then eventually taking over his teams, this one time, I think I was about 12 or 13. Anyway, we were in a really close game and the officials were, as Unc said "lunch'n". I drive to the basket, get fouled, no call. Unc loses it. Starts yelling at the refs, gets a technical called on him. Some kid on the other team is shooting the technical free throw, which at that age group the crowd is normally quiet during free throws, and they all were... except for Coach Pearson, still yelling at the refs. The league commissioner was in the stands. Unc starts looking back at him in the stands pleading for him to do something about the refs. Keep in mind, the refs see and hear all of this, and the kid is still at the line. So finally, the refs warns Unc again, which meant nothing because as Unc told me in the car ride home, "David Du... ya Uncle Dwight was HOT!". So the refs ended up giving Coach Pearson his second technical foul, and kicking him out the game. Unc goes off again about the horrible officiating. The commissioner says, "C'mon Dwight, these are volunteer officials and parents". Unc's response still cracks me up til this day. Now when you read this, read it in his voice. He goes, "Well dag nabit, I'm a volunteer coach! I'm a parent, my boy (pointing to me) is right here!". He then leaves the gym, goes to the hallway. I look at the door and his face is in the glass and he's signalling for "time out". I call time out and run over, he starts telling me plays from the hallway. I run over to my team and tell them what he said. He was basically coaching from the window in the door to the gym. I'm pretty sure we did not win that game.

Another basketball story, one year my grades were not up to par. My mom said no basketball until they get better, which meant the Herndon Tarheels would be without a point guard. So Unc calls me up, "Nephew! Whut up? look, Martha's tripp'n about your grades. She doesn't want you to play.. and you know... you gotta get those grades squared away, but ... we'll figure something out". That something meant that every Tuesday and Thursday evening and Saturday morning I was "going to hang out at Uncle Dwight's house". Thank you mom for ignoring Uncle Dwight's obviously bad plan that allowed me to still play basketball.

Let's see.... Ok so Unc would tell some tall tales every now and then. Granddaddy (Chester Pearson) did a little bit of boxing when he was in the Army. My brother and I were already aware of this because Granddaddy told us a long time ago. So one day, my brother and I were working with Unc in D.C doing a construction job. Unc's driving and we're having a good time, as always with him. So he starts telling us about his time in the Army. We're just listening because from the start, this story already had some red flags, but Unc told good stories so we just went with it. So Unc starts telling us about his brief stint in the Army and how he boxed. My brother and I glance at each other and we were both on the same page. We had heard this story before. Uncle Dwight was telling Granddaddy's story but he swapped himself in for Granddaddy. So he's telling us about how he almost won Golden Gloves and then he ran over a big pot hole and his drink went everywhere, and he goes "dagonit! Well, that's what I get for lying!". We burst out laughing because we both already knew he was telling a whopper.

Unc was always entertaining, always the life of the party. Always put you in a good mood. He also had a glass half full perspective. Whenever I went to him with a serious issue he had a way of simplifying it and making it seem smaller than what it was. Not ignoring it, but... reassuring. He was never judgmental.

One time I got a speeding ticket, first traffic violation I ever got... I was going triple digits on 95 south. Let's just say my dad wasn't happy and I think my mom might still be upset about this and this was 15 years ago. I see Unc a few days later.... "David Duval! whats up man? Heard you got a heavy foot!" as he laughed at me. Then he told me stories about his racing days when he was younger. We laughed, when I left he goes, "Hey Nephew.... throttle it back a little, you don't want your mom to start tripp'n".

Before I joined the military I lived with him and Aunt DeeDee for about 3 months. Never charged me a dime. Told me all the time how proud he was of me for doing this. At that time I was going through a lot and about to make the biggest decision of my life, so his encouragement was definitely what I needed. Uncle Calvin came over one time and Uncle Dwight was bragging about me joining the Air Force. He was really proud of me. When I went away and, moved to Louisiana and now Texas. We didn't speak as often, as my life changed from a single 23 year old to a married father of 2. But when we did, we didn't miss a beat. That love that we had, the bond that we had never left. Never will. One of the happiest moments of my life was Uncle Dwight holding my daughter. I remember being young enough to be held by him. He was proud of me. He told me that he liked my wife, "You done good" as he put it.

I have dreams very often, about my Grandfather and my cousin Barry. Very often. Lots of times there are a few tears when I wake up but now I look at the dreams as, it was good seeing them again. Uncle Dwight loved the Lord. He knew the bible. He had a good heart. I look forward to seeing him again, both in my dreams and in Heavenly Paradise. Uncle Dwight supported me when it felt as if nobody else did. He was always there for me. He didn't have much but be he made me feel that everything he had was mine as well.

Unc, you always told me you loved me, and you always told me you were proud of me. I love you, and I'm so proud of you. One time you told me while I was in the military, "David, you are a Pearson! You stand for something!". That stuck with me. I tell my children that. I will tell my children, and grandchildren about their Uncle Dwight. I will never forget you. I love you and miss you. We'll be in touch.

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Brenda Pearson

Sierra Pearson

Janel Smith

Marti Pearson

Leeta Harlem

Teresa Little

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Brenda Pearson

<3 <3 <3

Janel Smith

❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Sierra Pearson

Daddy at card game night

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Teresa Little

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Momma and Daddy at card game night

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Janel Smith

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Sierra Pearson

Dad with Todd and little David

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Janel Smith

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Dad at his weekly card game

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Sierra’s Graduation

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Dad and David Coaching

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Navid Nasr

2014, Sterling, VA, USA

All Mr. Pearson ever wanted was to know that his little girl was safe and provided for. When Brenda went on a trip five years ago, I went to see him after I dropped her off at the airport. I sat down and we got to talking... for hours, about everything under the sun. But two things he said that I'm never going to forget.

"You know, Navid. I was always worried about Brenda. Living by herself, going everywhere around the world. But you know what? I'm not worried anymore. I know that she's in good hands."

"Brenda and her brother were very close. When he passed she it took real hard. But you gotta let her know that it's okay. That you're here for her now."

I miss our conversations, I miss his presence in our lives, but I know that he fulfilled his purpose here and was called back home. Rest In Peace, Mr. Pearson. We all love you so much.

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Marti Pearson

Brenda Pearson

Janel Smith

Sierra Pearson

Teresa Little

Brenda Pearson

Daddy back at Aunt Marti's

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Janel Smith

Sierra Pearson

Teresa Little

Brenda Pearson

Family

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Kevin Swarns

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Julie Sarracino

Kelly Hacker

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Marti Pearson

So beautiful!!! So beautiful!!! So beautiful!!!

Shirley Harper

This is s very nice family picture . Love the smiles. This is s very nice family picture . Love the smiles. This is s very nice family picture . Love the smiles.... Read more