OBITUARIES
Local Obituaries for CHARLESTON, SC & CHARLESTON COUNTY
Debra Milligan Washington
Jun 30, 2025
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the waters. He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the path of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art...
Mikell Smalls
Jun 26, 2025
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the waters. He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the path of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art...
Diane Covington
Jun 26, 2025
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the waters. He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the path of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art...
Cornelius Smalls
Jun 25, 2025
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the waters. He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the path of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art...
Henry Smith II
Jun 23, 2025
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the waters. He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the path of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art...
Kenneth Bryant
Jun 20, 2025
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the waters. He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the path of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art...
Beverly Gallon
Jun 13, 2025
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the waters. He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the path of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art...
Eugene E Coakley
Jun 11, 2025
When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our...
Lakeith Kinard Duncan
Jun 8, 2025
When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me, I want no rites in a gloom-filled room. Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little–but not too long and not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that we once shared, Miss me–but let me go. For this is...
Shantwan Jamal Hoard
Jun 8, 2025
When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me, I want no rites in a gloom-filled room. Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little–but not too long and not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that we once shared, Miss me–but let me go. For this is...
Timmy Terrell Mack
Jun 7, 2025
When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our...
Frederick Young
Jun 7, 2025
When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our...
Louise Moore
Jun 4, 2025
When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our...
Marion "Pappy Joe" Watkins
May 29, 2025
When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our...
Melvenia Smalls Seabrook
May 24, 2025
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the waters. He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the path of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art...
Carolyn Logan
May 24, 2025
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the waters. He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the path of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art...
John A Logan
May 18, 2025
God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore, will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof. Selah. There is a river, the streams whereof shall make...
Tra'sean Zuri Shyne White
May 12, 2025
When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me, I want no rites in a gloom-filled room. Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little–but not too long and not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that we once shared, Miss me–but let me go. For this is...
William Mitchell Jr.
May 12, 2025
When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our...
Frankie Hymes Jr.
May 9, 2025
When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our...
Local Obituaries for CHARLESTON, SC & CHARLESTON COUNTY
Debra Milligan Washington
Jun 30, 2025
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the waters. He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the path of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art...
Mikell Smalls
Jun 26, 2025
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the waters. He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the path of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art...
Diane Covington
Jun 26, 2025
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the waters. He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the path of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art...
Cornelius Smalls
Jun 25, 2025
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the waters. He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the path of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art...
Henry Smith II
Jun 23, 2025
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the waters. He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the path of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art...
Kenneth Bryant
Jun 20, 2025
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the waters. He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the path of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art...
Beverly Gallon
Jun 13, 2025
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the waters. He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the path of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art...
Eugene E Coakley
Jun 11, 2025
When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our...
Lakeith Kinard Duncan
Jun 8, 2025
When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me, I want no rites in a gloom-filled room. Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little–but not too long and not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that we once shared, Miss me–but let me go. For this is...
Shantwan Jamal Hoard
Jun 8, 2025
When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me, I want no rites in a gloom-filled room. Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little–but not too long and not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that we once shared, Miss me–but let me go. For this is...
Timmy Terrell Mack
Jun 7, 2025
When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our...
Frederick Young
Jun 7, 2025
When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our...
Louise Moore
Jun 4, 2025
When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our...
Marion "Pappy Joe" Watkins
May 29, 2025
When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our...
Melvenia Smalls Seabrook
May 24, 2025
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the waters. He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the path of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art...
Carolyn Logan
May 24, 2025
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the waters. He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the path of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art...
John A Logan
May 18, 2025
God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore, will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof. Selah. There is a river, the streams whereof shall make...
Tra'sean Zuri Shyne White
May 12, 2025
When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me, I want no rites in a gloom-filled room. Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little–but not too long and not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that we once shared, Miss me–but let me go. For this is...
William Mitchell Jr.
May 12, 2025
When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our...
Frankie Hymes Jr.
May 9, 2025
When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our...
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is a collection of obituaries for Charleston, SC. With services throughout Charleston County, South Carolina that are updated regularly. Find local Charleston, South Carolina obituaries and join us in celebrating memories and honoring their lives and legacies.
