William passed away, one week after a massive stroke
William M. ‘Max’ McLamb, 87, instructor who helped others pursue their dreams of flight
Andrews Mortuary & Crematory - November 6, 2017 William M. ‘Max’ McLamb
WILMINGTON — William M. “Max” McLamb, 87, flew away Saturday, Nov. 4, 2017, after a brief stay at the Lower Cape Fear Hospice Center. Max was the longtime, devoted and loving husband to Roberta McLamb, who passed away in July of 2017. He simply missed her too much to stay on earth any longer, and his family rejoices at their reunion.
Max was born in Roseboro, N.C., but spent most of his adult life in the High Point/Greensboro area. He and Roberta settled there to raise their kids, Beverly, Max II and Margie and run their family business, McLamb Grocery. He loved the day-to-day activities of running his store, and his love of people and conversation helped to generate many of the interesting and funny stories he would share with everyone over the years.He also worked in the fabric and furniture business, and this allowed him to travel combining his love of flying with his love of making friends with people everywhere he went. He simply loved a great conversation, loved to share his stories and loved all the opportunities that his work provided to meet so many different people.He was an amazing pilot and was an excellent flying instructor as well. Helping others to pursue their dreams of flight brought him tremendous satisfaction. He shared this skill with his son Max II; it became his passion as well, and he was able to turn it into a career. Sadly, that career was cut short due to engine failure while flying for a company in Jacksonville, Fla. Max II’s death was a weighty grief that Max and Roberta carried through life, but their faith told them that they would one day be reunited; they held that thought close to their hearts.In 2002, Max and Roberta moved to Wilmington, N.C., to be closer to their family and enjoy life at the beach. They traveled, entertained and soaked up every precious moment of their time together.Max had a way about him that was distinctly “Max,” and as the years passed and he told his stories, he often left the listener wondering which parts were true and which parts were embellished. But the one story that he loved to tell the most was about how he met his sweet wife of 70 years. According to him, he walked into Mann’s Drug Store in High Point to see Roberta sitting there at the soda counter, and he was immediately smitten. Roberta’s momma was working there, and he told her he was going to marry her daughter. He he kept his word, and they were married less than a year later in 1948. They were both in their mid-teens, unafraid and ready to tackle life together. He promised her a life of love and security, and he kept his word. He provided her with a life that was filled with adventure and travel, children, grandchildren, and even great-grandchildren. He promised to love her and honor her and be there for her, and he kept his word. When Roberta died this past July, a flame that had burned so brightly in his heart was dimmed, and he struggled to find his footing after her loss. He said he wasn’t sure he could live without her, and he kept his word and flew away to meet her once again.Max was something special, someone special, not just to his family, but to all his friends he made over the years. He was bold and shiny and filled the room with his presence in a way that will long be remembered. He lived every minute of his life with movement and purpose, and he left it with purpose as well…to go find his sweet Roberta and see his son Max II.Max came from a very large family of siblings; 10 brothers and sisters. Eight of them have passed on and only his two sisters, Kitsie McLamb Auman and Naomi McLamb Lovelace, remain. He also flew away from his children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and many nieces and nephews who all loved him dearly. This quote sums up Max quite well, “If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.” – Emile Zola
You did a fine job Max…we hear you still.A memorial service will be held at 3 p.m., Tuesday, Nov. 7, at Wrightsville Beach United Methodist Church.In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Lower Cape Fear Hospice, 1414 Physicians Drive, Wilmington, NC 28401; or Wrightsville Beach United Methodist Church, 4 Live Oak Drive, Wrightsville Beach, NC 28480.
William M. ‘Max’ McLamb, 87, instructor who helped others pursue their dreams of flight
Andrews Mortuary & Crematory - November 6, 2017 William M. ‘Max’ McLamb
WILMINGTON — William M. “Max” McLamb, 87, flew away Saturday, Nov. 4, 2017, after a brief stay at the Lower Cape Fear Hospice Center. Max was the longtime, devoted and loving husband to Roberta McLamb, who passed away in July of 2017. He simply missed her too much to stay on earth any longer, and his family rejoices at their reunion.
Max was born in Roseboro, N.C., but spent most of his adult life in the High Point/Greensboro area. He and Roberta settled there to raise their kids, Beverly, Max II and Margie and run their family business, McLamb Grocery. He loved the day-to-day activities of running his store, and his love of people and conversation helped to generate many of the interesting and funny stories he would share with everyone over the years.He also worked in the fabric and furniture business, and this allowed him to travel combining his love of flying with his love of making friends with people everywhere he went. He simply loved a great conversation, loved to share his stories and loved all the opportunities that his work provided to meet so many different people.He was an amazing pilot and was an excellent flying instructor as well. Helping others to pursue their dreams of flight brought him tremendous satisfaction. He shared this skill with his son Max II; it became his passion as well, and he was able to turn it into a career. Sadly, that career was cut short due to engine failure while flying for a company in Jacksonville, Fla. Max II’s death was a weighty grief that Max and Roberta carried through life, but their faith told them that they would one day be reunited; they held that thought close to their hearts.In 2002, Max and Roberta moved to Wilmington, N.C., to be closer to their family and enjoy life at the beach. They traveled, entertained and soaked up every precious moment of their time together.Max had a way about him that was distinctly “Max,” and as the years passed and he told his stories, he often left the listener wondering which parts were true and which parts were embellished. But the one story that he loved to tell the most was about how he met his sweet wife of 70 years. According to him, he walked into Mann’s Drug Store in High Point to see Roberta sitting there at the soda counter, and he was immediately smitten. Roberta’s momma was working there, and he told her he was going to marry her daughter. He he kept his word, and they were married less than a year later in 1948. They were both in their mid-teens, unafraid and ready to tackle life together. He promised her a life of love and security, and he kept his word. He provided her with a life that was filled with adventure and travel, children, grandchildren, and even great-grandchildren. He promised to love her and honor her and be there for her, and he kept his word. When Roberta died this past July, a flame that had burned so brightly in his heart was dimmed, and he struggled to find his footing after her loss. He said he wasn’t sure he could live without her, and he kept his word and flew away to meet her once again.Max was something special, someone special, not just to his family, but to all his friends he made over the years. He was bold and shiny and filled the room with his presence in a way that will long be remembered. He lived every minute of his life with movement and purpose, and he left it with purpose as well…to go find his sweet Roberta and see his son Max II.Max came from a very large family of siblings; 10 brothers and sisters. Eight of them have passed on and only his two sisters, Kitsie McLamb Auman and Naomi McLamb Lovelace, remain. He also flew away from his children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and many nieces and nephews who all loved him dearly. This quote sums up Max quite well, “If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.” – Emile Zola
You did a fine job Max…we hear you still.A memorial service will be held at 3 p.m., Tuesday, Nov. 7, at Wrightsville Beach United Methodist Church.In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Lower Cape Fear Hospice, 1414 Physicians Drive, Wilmington, NC 28401; or Wrightsville Beach United Methodist Church, 4 Live Oak Drive, Wrightsville Beach, NC 28480.
William passed away, one week after a massive stroke
William M. ‘Max’ McLamb, 87, instructor who helped others pursue their dreams of flight
Andrews Mortuary & Crematory - November 6, 2017 William M. ‘Max’ McLamb
WILMINGTON — William M. “Max” McLamb, 87, flew away Saturday, Nov. 4, 2017, after a brief stay at the Lower Cape Fear Hospice Center. Max was the longtime, devoted and loving husband to Roberta McLamb, who passed away in July of 2017. He simply missed her too much to stay on earth any longer, and his family rejoices at their reunion.
Max was born in Roseboro, N.C., but spent most of his adult life in the High Point/Greensboro area. He and Roberta settled there to raise their kids, Beverly, Max II and Margie and run their family business, McLamb Grocery. He loved the day-to-day activities of running his store, and his love of people and conversation helped to generate many of the interesting and funny stories he would share with everyone over the years.He also worked in the fabric and furniture business, and this allowed him to travel combining his love of flying with his love of making friends with people everywhere he went. He simply loved a great conversation, loved to share his stories and loved all the opportunities that his work provided to meet so many different people.He was an amazing pilot and was an excellent flying instructor as well. Helping others to pursue their dreams of flight brought him tremendous satisfaction. He shared this skill with his son Max II; it became his passion as well, and he was able to turn it into a career. Sadly, that career was cut short due to engine failure while flying for a company in Jacksonville, Fla. Max II’s death was a weighty grief that Max and Roberta carried through life, but their faith told them that they would one day be reunited; they held that thought close to their hearts.In 2002, Max and Roberta moved to Wilmington, N.C., to be closer to their family and enjoy life at the beach. They traveled, entertained and soaked up every precious moment of their time together.Max had a way about him that was distinctly “Max,” and as the years passed and he told his stories, he often left the listener wondering which parts were true and which parts were embellished. But the one story that he loved to tell the most was about how he met his sweet wife of 70 years. According to him, he walked into Mann’s Drug Store in High Point to see Roberta sitting there at the soda counter, and he was immediately smitten. Roberta’s momma was working there, and he told her he was going to marry her daughter. He he kept his word, and they were married less than a year later in 1948. They were both in their mid-teens, unafraid and ready to tackle life together. He promised her a life of love and security, and he kept his word. He provided her with a life that was filled with adventure and travel, children, grandchildren, and even great-grandchildren. He promised to love her and honor her and be there for her, and he kept his word. When Roberta died this past July, a flame that had burned so brightly in his heart was dimmed, and he struggled to find his footing after her loss. He said he wasn’t sure he could live without her, and he kept his word and flew away to meet her once again.Max was something special, someone special, not just to his family, but to all his friends he made over the years. He was bold and shiny and filled the room with his presence in a way that will long be remembered. He lived every minute of his life with movement and purpose, and he left it with purpose as well…to go find his sweet Roberta and see his son Max II.Max came from a very large family of siblings; 10 brothers and sisters. Eight of them have passed on and only his two sisters, Kitsie McLamb Auman and Naomi McLamb Lovelace, remain. He also flew away from his children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and many nieces and nephews who all loved him dearly. This quote sums up Max quite well, “If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.” – Emile Zola
You did a fine job Max…we hear you still.A memorial service will be held at 3 p.m., Tuesday, Nov. 7, at Wrightsville Beach United Methodist Church.In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Lower Cape Fear Hospice, 1414 Physicians Drive, Wilmington, NC 28401; or Wrightsville Beach United Methodist Church, 4 Live Oak Drive, Wrightsville Beach, NC 28480.
William M. ‘Max’ McLamb, 87, instructor who helped others pursue their dreams of flight
Andrews Mortuary & Crematory - November 6, 2017 William M. ‘Max’ McLamb
WILMINGTON — William M. “Max” McLamb, 87, flew away Saturday, Nov. 4, 2017, after a brief stay at the Lower Cape Fear Hospice Center. Max was the longtime, devoted and loving husband to Roberta McLamb, who passed away in July of 2017. He simply missed her too much to stay on earth any longer, and his family rejoices at their reunion.
Max was born in Roseboro, N.C., but spent most of his adult life in the High Point/Greensboro area. He and Roberta settled there to raise their kids, Beverly, Max II and Margie and run their family business, McLamb Grocery. He loved the day-to-day activities of running his store, and his love of people and conversation helped to generate many of the interesting and funny stories he would share with everyone over the years.He also worked in the fabric and furniture business, and this allowed him to travel combining his love of flying with his love of making friends with people everywhere he went. He simply loved a great conversation, loved to share his stories and loved all the opportunities that his work provided to meet so many different people.He was an amazing pilot and was an excellent flying instructor as well. Helping others to pursue their dreams of flight brought him tremendous satisfaction. He shared this skill with his son Max II; it became his passion as well, and he was able to turn it into a career. Sadly, that career was cut short due to engine failure while flying for a company in Jacksonville, Fla. Max II’s death was a weighty grief that Max and Roberta carried through life, but their faith told them that they would one day be reunited; they held that thought close to their hearts.In 2002, Max and Roberta moved to Wilmington, N.C., to be closer to their family and enjoy life at the beach. They traveled, entertained and soaked up every precious moment of their time together.Max had a way about him that was distinctly “Max,” and as the years passed and he told his stories, he often left the listener wondering which parts were true and which parts were embellished. But the one story that he loved to tell the most was about how he met his sweet wife of 70 years. According to him, he walked into Mann’s Drug Store in High Point to see Roberta sitting there at the soda counter, and he was immediately smitten. Roberta’s momma was working there, and he told her he was going to marry her daughter. He he kept his word, and they were married less than a year later in 1948. They were both in their mid-teens, unafraid and ready to tackle life together. He promised her a life of love and security, and he kept his word. He provided her with a life that was filled with adventure and travel, children, grandchildren, and even great-grandchildren. He promised to love her and honor her and be there for her, and he kept his word. When Roberta died this past July, a flame that had burned so brightly in his heart was dimmed, and he struggled to find his footing after her loss. He said he wasn’t sure he could live without her, and he kept his word and flew away to meet her once again.Max was something special, someone special, not just to his family, but to all his friends he made over the years. He was bold and shiny and filled the room with his presence in a way that will long be remembered. He lived every minute of his life with movement and purpose, and he left it with purpose as well…to go find his sweet Roberta and see his son Max II.Max came from a very large family of siblings; 10 brothers and sisters. Eight of them have passed on and only his two sisters, Kitsie McLamb Auman and Naomi McLamb Lovelace, remain. He also flew away from his children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and many nieces and nephews who all loved him dearly. This quote sums up Max quite well, “If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.” – Emile Zola
You did a fine job Max…we hear you still.A memorial service will be held at 3 p.m., Tuesday, Nov. 7, at Wrightsville Beach United Methodist Church.In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Lower Cape Fear Hospice, 1414 Physicians Drive, Wilmington, NC 28401; or Wrightsville Beach United Methodist Church, 4 Live Oak Drive, Wrightsville Beach, NC 28480.
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