Post by Carla Smith Napier on Jun 23, 2005 21:27:05 GMT -5
Quintin was such a special person in his on way. I still can believe he's gone. He left behind so many people that loved him. People that still love him and always will. I think of you almost everyday my friend. I only wish I had been able to say goodbye and tell you just how much you were truely loved. We all miss you so much . Our hearts are broken since you passed away. But there is one thing that you left behind, your son Scotty. And as long as that child walks this earth, you will be here too. Scotty is his daddy made over. From his walk to his attitude Scotty is Quintin's shadow. Just like his dad. We love and miss you so much Quintin. You will never be forgotten... Carla Smith Napier
I have been looking at these messages for awhile now and have been to afraid to say anything. I got to spend some time with Quintin right before he died. His last 4 days I was with him. I am so sorry Quintin. I wish that I had done something. I don't know what I could have done but I would like to think that me and Butch could have done something. You would be proud of me now because I am clean. I know how hard addiction is because I am an addict and I have found hope. It is possible to live life without drugs and I am living proof. Me and Quintin used to talked about this. He wanted to stop so bad but he couldn't. I had to go to jail and then treatment to stop. My life is so much better now. I think of you often still, Quintin. I don't live in Hazard anymore. I live in Lexington. I don't think I will ever go back to Hazard. There is nothing there for me. Quintin I miss you. I can still hear you singing "Party For Two" in my mind. You are truely an angel and I know that. Love always.
quintin and my dad were really good friends i hate to hear tha the has passed on i remember him from when i was a kid and he was always really nice to my brother and i well miss youQuintin and i know my dad will too. rip
yes you are right bigtime i use to think the same thing that i could never stop useing drugs. were in hazard were you from bigtime i think i know you. All it takes is to see someone you love hurt like i saw my mom and dad and that is when i layed the drugs down my mom and dad was just to good to me
I grew up in Christopher. I lived there until I left Hazard. I spent alot of time running around in Combs though. I am just glad that I don't have to live like I was. My life is so much better today than it ever was when I was in Hazard. Quintin, I am thinking of you alot today. I had a dream about you last night. I hadn't done that in a long time. I miss you and love you. I am always thinking of you in one way or the other.
:'(Quintin was my dad and it is good to read that there were people that did like or love him. I just turned sixteen the 19th and i wish you could have been here with me dad. You would have atleast called me. I miss you and I will always think of you. I don't know what happened in his last days cause i hadn't seen him in awhile. I wish i had. But when i was little he was the best dad and i know that he loved me and my brother Drew and my mom. He use to tell us that he wish he could go back and change things so i know he wanted to change his life. Mom says U are proud of me dad but i want to say that i am proud to be your son. I will love you always. Your Son, QUENTON SCOTT STACY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCOTTY!! I HEAR YOU LOOK JUST LIKE YOUR DAD. YOU MUST BE VERY HANDSOME BECAUSE YOUR DAD WAS ALWAYS A VERY HANDSOME MAN. I AM VERY SORRY THAT YOU LOST HIM. HE DID TALK ABOUT YOU AND YOUR MOM ALOT. HE ALWAYS WOULD SAY THAT HE MISSED THE BOAT WHEN HE LOST YOU GUYS. HE DID LOVE YOU THROUGH ALL HIS PROBLEMS ALWAYS KNOW THAT HE DID LOVE YOU.
I can't beleave that today makes 1 year since you've been gone. I still think about you all the time. It seems unreal. Me and you were together this time last year and then I woke up and you were gone on this very day last year. Quintin I still think about you alot and I miss you. You would be so proad of me right now if you could see me. I know you are looking down on me. I miss you and I will see you in my dreams. You are still there. I love you.
Kim H. dubbed you in the minds of me and my sisters forever when we were in Hazard in 2001, she was yelpin at you on the phone, she said Quinton Stacy, you pretty blue eyed mother...... We laugh and say that in unison at any given opportunity. 3 sister who left Glowmar long ago will never forget you. Our hearts to Lorrain and Vernon, the kids and moms..... may he rest high on that mountain, and found the peace that evaded him in life. God speed
Joined: Apr 2006 Posts: 7 Good Bye old friend - rembering Quinton Stacy « Thread Started on Today at 12:06am »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- April 28, 2006
As I write this I am half in shock and disbelief at the news of Quintons passing. I knew far too much time had passed since we last spoke, and I felt like something wasnt right in the lenght of time of silence, but this is the last thing I expected to hear. As it settles in and Im reading these posts and accepting it as real, I am taken back to a time long ago when I first met Quintin. I was 8 years old and his family lived next to mine, and he was always there visiting. It seemed from that point on he was to become a staple in my life in some fashion or another. Those were the days of care free youth and happiness, when all we had to do was play out side and go wash up for supper. Even back then, he was something special. The mothers feard him most, as they knew he could steal their daughters with a word. We moved, but returned to Hazard when I was in 7th grade. He had only grown taller, more handsome, and had discovered that he had quite the way with the ladies by then. That uncanny charm, wit, and way with words were not lost on many. Not to mention that very distinct swagger he walked with, that gate and sway, the way he tucked his arm when he walked with the other hand in his pocket, the Quintin limp... on a dark night with only the moon light you could call him out walking up the street just by his gait. His eyes were the most brilliant piercing shade of blue that could look through you, and paired with that smile, a wicked combination and impossible to resist. I remember with the innocence and nestalgia of youth my friendship and acquaintence with Quinton, as it remains trapped in a timeless vault that remains sealed, and will so forever. I heard a song the other day when I would steal away to carls store to catch a minute with him, and it made me think of him as it has done each time Ive heard it every time since. It was my que to call him and check in, and a reminder that over two years had passed since we last spoke. I meant to call the last time I heard the song, but life was busy, and I thought old friends would always be there. I left after 8th grade and came back to visit when I was a Sr. He had turned into a man, and had begun his life, I was just beginning to search for mine. It still seemed no time had passed, that connection was easy to recognize, but there never was the right time due to fate and circumstance. When ever motive or opportunity would present itself, we were always standing at different cross roads in life, and would continue our seperate journeys, always content to know the other was doing ok. He would tell me he was happy I got out of there, often joking that fate might not have been so kind if I had stayed there for high school. We would talk on the phone and keep up on each other every so often. I went to Hazard in 01 with my sisters for a reunion, and spoke with him then. We kept in touch after, but the laps in time seemed to grow longer, and the talks grew farther apart. When we did talk he was always optomistic. He talked about comming to stay with his mom in Ohio, who doesnt live so far from me, and getting his self together. He spoke often of Scotty, and the wonderful job Vicke was doing with him. He had a longing in his voice, saying he didnt spend enough time with him, and a meloncholy that comes with regret. Dispite the fact that he recognized his short commings as a parent, he loved his chidren, and never hesitated to say so, or to brag on them, he was the proud father. When I would get discouraged with college, kids, work and life, he encouraged me to finish what I started. When I did finish, and did internships in New York and Chicago, he told me he knew I had it in me all along. When we talked I always felt that his kids were the anchor that kept him grounded and gave him hope. Im so sorry for each of you and your loss. I know how hard this must be for Lorrian and Vernon, the kids and moms. Quintin will live on in our hearts, and in our memories of a certain place and time in each of our lives. He was the James Dean of Glowmar hollow, the rebel without a cause, the shakespear of the south, and I know he walked away with many a young girls hearts in his hands. I dont say any thing to disrespect his memory, this is my way of saying good bye because I didnt get to at the time. He meant so much to so many people and we all will take a part of him with us as we journey on in life, knowing that fate brought him into our lives for a reason. I know you all miss him dearly. "And when they place you in the ground a part of me will die the little girl who loved you so- will also say good bye" May you have found the peace that evaded you in life Kids, know that there was such good in your dad, and take from that as you journey through life, he impacted a lot of people in a positive way, I am one of them. Kfergie-Cincinnati
As fate and destiny carries us away from childhood past, it becomes increasingly difficult to stay in contact with loved ones and cherished friends. I have just learned of Quintin's passing just 2 short days ago and am left with an emptiness and sadness for a dear person who's light went out too soon. His memory holds for each of us who's lives he touched, in so many different ways. My prayers go out to his family.