Memories of Stanley "Bullet" Abraham Ware, Jr

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Stanley "Bullet" Abraham Ware, Jr

Gloucester, VA, USA

July 16, 1954 - December 3, 2020

Jul 16, 1954 - Dec 3, 2020

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Keith Green

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Rashad Muhammad

Loved occasional phone calls to talk about boxing. My favorite memory is at Fats birthday party and Stanley Jr. was hype talking about those "Richmond Girls". May you rest in Peace and Paradise Cuz.

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Rev. David Magruder

The staff and congregation at Zion UMC extend our prayers and warm wishes to Stan's family in their loss. Stan, as we knew him, was loved and cherished by all who met him on the days he was at the church cleaning. He was always gracious to smile and say hello to those entering the church, and he would then return to his work. Many times he would speak about the care of the floors and made it sound like these are his floors. It just demonstrates how committed he was to his work and more about his caring heart. We all will miss him greatly and miss his quiet presence.

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Rodney Williams

Play the cards you are dealt! When life gives you lemons,make lemonade 🍋Be honest. Don't worry about a thing,be happy 😊

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Patricia Stibbs

The entire Mary Immaculate Ambulatory Surgery Center team extends their deepest sympathy to Mr. Stanley's family and friends. He had a gift for always making us smile and was ready to share a laugh at the end of the day. He was our friend and protector, always checking to make sure we were safe in the evenings. His loss is felt every night as we try to say our nightly "Good Night Mr. Stanley!". He will be truly missed by his MIASC family.

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jennifer mattocks

My Condolences to Mica and Fe and the entire family. Stanley will be truly missed. A very kind and respectful person. He made a lasting impression on you that you will not forget. RIH .Another Angel gone too soon.

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Arnita Taliaferro

A cousin “Forever remembered and missed” ❤️ A cousin “Forever remembered and missed” ❤️ A cousin “Forever remembered and missed” ❤️

Chenelle Williams

A TRIBUTE TO STANLEY JR.
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Brenda Hobday Tobe (Aunt)

Stanley Jr. was the first born of LaVerne and Stanley Ware, a cute little boy that was pleasant and independent from the beginning. Verne delighted in dressing him and his brother Anthony, better known as Boo, in nice little outfits. There’s a picture of the two of them as little boys dressed a like, looking as cute as can be. They always seemed to have a good brotherly relationship who had each other’s back. One morning I was at Boo and Rita’s sitting in their backyard when Stanley Jr. drove up in his truck and went to work doing some task for Boo. When he finished and came over to talk, I said you really worked out this morning. He smiled as he always did and said “Yeah, Boo needed some help with that”. That’s the way Stanley Jr. was, quiet, helpful and about doing what he was going to do, without any hoopla. Similarly, He took it upon himself to clean up and maintain the family cemetery, keeping it in beautiful condition with Boo joining in to share the workload.
Anyone who knew Stanley Jr., knows that he was a private person, unbelievably honest, scrupulously neat, and passionate about his car. Stanley Jr. kept his personal life, personal. He would talk on end to you about basketball and football but he didn’t talk about his business. If asked what he’d been doing. His answer was usually, “Nothing, just going to work and fixing my car.” And don’t think that if you went to his house and he had company that you would be invited in. Stanley Jr. would come outside and talk to you. At other times, if you were to visit him, you would find a home that was impeccably neat, everything had its place.
This same neatness was evident in his yard, which was an acre lot. He spent hours cutting the grass and trimming the shrubs. He always kept the property looking nice. Maybe he got this neatness from growing up in a house that was always neat and attractive while being a home to his parents, six children and many frequent visitors.
You could see his penchant for detail and precision in his detailing of cars. Nobody could detail a car like Stanley Jr. He even polished the motor! Many car owners will miss the satisfaction and comfort that they got from having Stanley Jr. do their cars.
He could shock you with his raw honesty because it’s so rare to hear it. No hedging, no half-truths, if you asked Stanley Jr. something, he would give you the real deal. He was private but he wasn’t secretive. I’ve been surprised at some of his responses to personal questions.
Many of us know Stanley Jr. as Bullet, a name that is synonymous with his love for his race cars. His lady friends must have been jealous of the time and attention that he gave his cars. He would rebuild cars, soup them up with the best parts and competitively race them at area tracks. One-time Stanley Jr. got a little unexpected windfall and I asked him what he was going to do with it. His answer was to buy something for his car. He said, “That’s all “
Though Stanley Jr. loved his family, he was known for arriving late to family gatherings and leaving early and when these were out of town, he usually drove alone. When he was ready to leave, he wouldn’t have to wait on anybody. He would say “Okay, Bullet is gone.” That’s the way he was, independent. Once there, we could enjoy his genuine smile, meaningful interactions and comradery. And more recently, he became a dancer, treating us to his dance, which I called the Stanley Jr.
Though he loved us all, he had a special love for his daughters Damica and Fefe and shared a special relationship with his sister Jesnita. His face would light up with the broadest smile whenever Damica and Fee were mentioned. His pride showed in his face. One time when Tobe and I stopped by his house, I asked whose car that was in the yard. He gave that broad smile and said “Oh that’s for Mica.”
I think of Jesnita as Stanley Jr.’s second mother. She knew all of his likes and dislikes and acted like a doting parent spoiling her favorite child. I was amazed to find that she cooked dinner for him every Sunday and on holidays. The tight bond that they shared was something to be admired.
Stanley Jr. left us as he lived- quietly, independently and without any hoopla. As we think about Stanley Jr. and his uniqueness and talk about our interactions with him, we ease our shared pain of his loss and take comfort and inspiration from his loving spirit that remains alive in our hearts and memories. As he once told his sister Sarita, “I am okay with death”. May this serve as inspiration to us to accept death when it comes as another of life’s transitions. That’s the way Stanley Jr. would want it.

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