We are deeply sorry for your loss - the staff at Clark Funeral Home
It is with our deepest regret that we inform you of the passing from this life of David Jarome Whitlow, 44, of Acworth, GA. David transitioned from this life on Sunday, August 1, 2021 in Acworth.
David Jarome Whitlow ─ he barely passed the half-way point in years promised to us in the bible. But in that half a life-time, there was a whole lotta love exchanged between those who loved him; and those he loved. That love began with his mother and father, Jarome and Monique Francoise (Bell) Whitlow, who ushered him into this life, on January 11, 1977 in Fort McClellan, Calhoun County, Alabama.
His earliest years were spent in the nurturing ark of safety ─ at the home of his grandparents, John Ceroy and Cynthia Bell in Roanoke. As a youngster, David was privileged to roam the continent with Jarome, Monique and younger brother Anthony, while serving in the Military. Their military travels took them to Washington, DC, where David graduated from Ballou High School in 1996. After graduation, he returned to Randolph County where he attended Southern Union State Community College in Wadley. The family later migrated to Acworth, GA, where they have resided for 22 years.
David explored his career interest to the fullest, gaining a lot of work experience in several different fields. He attended truck driving school; worked in carpentry; served as a warehouse worker with forklift experience; and most recently he had settled into the transportation field as a mover.
An enthusiastic sports fan, David lived for football, bowling and pool. A zealous fan of Alabama and the Washington Redskins, he always took delight in trying to beat his daddy playing pool. We always knew that IF and WHEN he could beat his daddy, he would be considered a true “pool-shark.” He was equally passionate about hanging out with his friends and family.
David was a young man with a kind spirit ─ always willing to help anyone when asked. He had a loving relationship with all of his nieces, nephews, and great-nieces and nephews; he loved to play and tease his great-nephew Kaleb whom he shared a special relationship with.
On Friday, August 13, we will gather at Macedonia, the Bell family’s church home; the place where David was baptized; where he came to exercise his faith every time he got a chance; a place his grandparents, John Ceroy and Cynthia Bell loved so much, seeking to find peace in the midst of a searing loss. We feel waves of grief over his young life cut short so tragically on Sunday, August 1. On this day, a momentary error in judgment stole David away from the family and friends who love him. We also recognize that on this day, all four (4) of his grandparents rejoiced in welcoming him to his eternal home: John Ceroy & Cynthia Bell; Mattie Ruth Whitlow Johnson; and Charlie Herbert Whitlow. Also, his aunt, Cynthia Bell Wilson; and baby cousin
During these difficult hours of preparation, our thoughts and prayers are with the Whitlow and Bell families which includes his PARENTS: Jarome and Monique Whitlow of Acworth, GA; BROTHER, Anthony Whitlow (Angelica) of Cartersville, GA, who have known David almost since he knew himself; NEPHEWS: Ampmeko Trammell of Lanett, AL, Mikael Smith of Capital Heights, MD, Adrian Margarito of Marietta, GA; NIECES: BreAnna Whitlow of Acworth, GA, SaDaijah Whitlow of Roanoke, AL, Veronica Margarito of Marietta, GA; UNCLES: John C. Bell, Jr. (Tyren) of Clarksville, TN, Herbert Whitlow (Marilyn) of Roanoke, AL, Lans Pursel (Jenifer) of Englewood, CO, Gregory Whitlow (Arrevia) of Huntsville, AL; AUNTS: Dorothea Doctor (Greg) of Ellenwood, GA; Yvonne Bunyea and Della Bell of Ft. Mitchell, AL and Tonia Jones of Roanoke, AL; GREAT-UNCLES: Gene Whitlow (Yvonne) of Columbus, GA, James Holmes, Rhemus Holmes (Essalene) of East Brunswick, NJ and Carl Terrell of Bronx, NY; and GREAT-AUNTS: Ruby Trammell, Louise Bell, Mary Joyce Bell, all of Roanoke, AL; and Earolyn Whitlow of Hamden, CT.
David’s life was snatched away in a careless moment, on a busy Sunday afternoon. The eventual certainty for us all, the hour of our death, suddenly went from obscure and distant to a very unreal reality. We are numb. We need to grieve and heal. But, this one thing we know: that as long as his memory continues to burn among us, David will never die.