Robert Leroy Armstead

August 22, 1944 - March 26, 2011

Armstead, Robert Obituary

Robert LeRoy Armstead departed this life and entered his eternal life with The Father, on Saturday, March 26, 2011. He was preceded in death by his father Calvin McHale Armstead Sr.

Robert was born in Washington, D.C. on August 22, 1944, to Calvin and Mary Ellen Norris-Armstead. He was educated in the DC public school system. Robert lived his whole life in the DC metropolitan area, spending the last 10 plus years living in Alexandria Virginia. He worked for Home Depot as a warehouse manager in Lorton, Virginia. A job he loved, never missing a day, except for the sick leave he used for 2 separate traffic accident injuries. Robert was the first born of 3 sons to Calvin Sr. and Mary Ellen. His parents later divorced and each remarried. There were 6 more siblings from his fathers union to Maud Page-Armstead, and one from his mothers remarriage to Clarence Hicks. This gave Robert a total of 9 siblings, 3 brothers and 6 sisters.

Robert leaves to mourn him, the love and sunshine of his life JoAnne (Jodie), their daughter Lonnette (Tudie) and granddaughter Lyric Epps, a stepdaughter Dominique and a step grandson Isaiah Tripp whom he loved as his own. His mother Mary Ellen Armstead-Hicks, his step mother Maude (Peep) Armstead, his 9 siblings; Calvin Jr. (Juney), Ricardo (Ricky), Frank (Pawsquaw), Quintina (Tina), Zora, Sheryl (Toy), Maxine (Max), Edmonia (Boo), and Lenora (Nora). He leaves 5 uncles, 21 nieces and nephews, and 31 first cousins. He will be greatly missed by all, but fondly remembered for his wisdom, his riddles, corny jokes, and most of all, his smile. He loved his family, young people, and animals. He had a passion for photography, collecting gadgets, performing magic tricks, trivia, listening to classic oldies, playing cards, and playing games on his computer. Oh yeah, and he loved riding his scooter around Alexandria, Virginia.

Thinking of my dad, the song from Little Mermaid popped in my head and I changed it a lil to fit my pops. Look at this stuff, isn't it neat? Wouldn't you think his collections complete? Wouldn't you think he’s the man, the man who has everything? Look at this trove, treasures untold. How many wonders can one apartment hold? Looking around here, you'd think. Sure, he's got everything. He’s got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty, he’s got who's-its and what's-its galore. You want thing-a-mabobs? He’s got twenty. But who cares? No big deal. He’ll collect moooore.

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