Vincent Isaac Servis Jr.
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This memorial website is created in the memory of our father Vincent I. Servis Jr. who was born in Newark, NJ,  on February 24, 1944 and went home to be with our Lord on January 09, 2005 at the young age of 60.

He was a husband to my mother Caroline for 39 years and was to celebrate their 40th year together this April. He was a father to four children, myself Jeannette, Yvonne, his only son Vincent, and his youngest daughter, Melissa. My father was also a grandpa to his seven grandchildren, Elyse, Brittany, Maiya, Brandon, Michael, Gabriella and Vincent. He is survived by his only brother James. He loved to sing oldies with my Uncle Jimmy everytime they were together. Oh, how we loved to hear them sing accapella.

He was a devoted husband, a dedicated police officer and a protector who never stopped working to provide for his family.

My dad was a strong man. He battled against diabetes, high blood pressure, heart conditions which he made it through two heart operations and then in September we were told my dad would be here for 3 months and he stayed for four months to the day of the prognosis with cancer. My dad did not lose the fight to these things, he won. He won because now he is healed, now is has no more pain, now he is with Jesus and we will be with him soon again. For now we pay tribute to him for his life that molded ours. He was the strength of our family.

We love you dad, and miss you terribly. This memorial is for you and for us and others to share because you were so important to so many people.
Tributes and Condolences
2-24-44  / VS
was thinking of you tonight. Never forgotten.
Just thinking of you...   / V. S.
Never forgotten.
8 Years now...   / Jeannette (Daughter)
Hi Dad... 8 years already and it is still hard not having you around. Your great grandson Micah is getting so big. Maiya will be starting her last year of school in August and Elyse is almost 22. All of the kids are just growing up so fast. Mom&nb...  Continue >>
Don't Let Go   / Brittany
The last thing I remember him saying to me. The one thing I will forever remember. As I held my grandpa¿s hand for what would be the last time after a long battle with cancer I went to slowly let go of his hand to leave. Don't let go of my...  Continue >>
Still seems like yesterday   / Brittany D. (Granddaughter)
Gosh, you don't know how much I miss you. I remember coming home from my friends house the day you passed away and knowing something was wrong because I saw my dad in the house. It didn't hit me at first, I actually went to my soccer game right after...  Continue >>
just stopping by...  / V. S.     Read >>
I still miss you...  / Britt D. (Grandaughter)    Read >>
Still hurts....  / Jeannette     Read >>
Pop... / Vincent     Read >>
My heart aches, My life is not the same  / Jeannette     Read >>
1/9/07  / Melissa     Read >>
Grandpa / Brittany     Read >>
Jan 9,2006-Seems like yesterday....  / Jeannette (Daughter)    Read >>
Jan 9, 2006-One Year Today  / Melissa     Read >>
10/16/05-Thinking of you dad,  / Jeannette (Daughter)    Read >>
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His legacy
4/23/05 Remembering you....  
Days and months continue to pass by. It has been only a little over 3 months and yet it seems like forever you've been gone. When I think of the legacy you left here, I think of how sometimes without even thinking I still feel the presence of your protection. You certainly did leave us with that. I know that we are still protected even now from where you are. You always wanted everything just right, perfect and in place. Always, told us to do it right the first time so we wouldnt have to do things again. So many things I will carry with me for the rest of my life here. I talk to you and about you everyday dad. I still cant seem to grasp the thought that your not here. I want so bad to hear your voice again, even if you were yelling at somebody about something. I remember the long talks we had when you first started asking me about Jesus. Im so glad you did. I know you are too because you are there with HIM now.

Many people will not know unless they read this how loving you were as you prepared to leave here. I thank God for this gift. Even if it was in the end, we still got to see your heart. Your heart.......that one part of your body that gave you so much trouble was the last thing that left and it was the was thing that got healed too. You felt, You did love,

I am proud of you daddy and I miss you so much that I cant express it enough. You left a legacy and I will forever tell people about my dad. There is a new river that was made for you from our tears. You fought through the holidays just to be with us. You waited for me get there before you left. Such a fighter, even in the hospital that final night before you left us, as weak as you were you were protecting us from the neighbor in your room. I dont know how you did it, how you managed to fight as long as you did. Thank you for your life dad. I dont know that I will ever believe that your gone, I suppose because you are in my heart and because I will see you again. Even so, I miss having you here. Miss your crazy humor, your protective ways, your singing, your yelling. all of it. I miss seeing you at the kitchen table in your designated chair, downstairs yelling at the poker players on the computer, miss the devil dogs and the twinkies in the fridge. I miss hearing you say, turn the water filter back the right way, dont hang on the railing, who's running?, where's my coffee, bring me my cigarettes,and always knowing something about everything.

The kids talk about how grandpa would give them a dakadaa and how you would call people nimkoff, dumkoff. They thought it was so funny, and they remember it dad. You left us with many things to hold on to.

Seems like from the day we got the news on Sept 13, 04 to Jan 9 ,05 it all went so fast. Too fast...913..your badge number...9/13...the day we got the news that you would be leaving us, 1/9 you left us and on 1/13 we saw you off at your funeral. You were important...You are important. You will always be. I miss you, and I feel like a big part of my life has been taken. I even miss calling to check on you and hearing you yell because I was calling too much.

Eternal Love Dad....I saved all of your emails and read them over and over. The one that touched the most is the one you signed, Eternal Love. I cant wait to see you again...but this time I know you look and feel better than you ever have. No smoking, no medicine, no cancer, no diabetes, no high blood pressure...I know you are still singing, except now you are singing with the angels around the Lord.

Just A Closer Walk With Thee  
The day after my father died I was walking around my mom and dads house and I began to sing this old hymn called Just a Closer Walk with Thee....out of my spirit this song had risen. All of a sudden I remembered that my father used to play this on his organ many many years ago. As we were preparing a collage of pictures of his life for his funeral my sister Melissa noticed a picture of him playing the organ with the song book opened up to that very song. My sister Yvonne mentioned this to a friend at church and offered to sing for my dads going home at the funeral. She sang acapella and so beautifully. In the midst of making funeral arrangements and all this already confirming that my dad was with the Lord, Yvonne's friend Billy had found a cd laying on a seat of an old car he was repairing. Low and behold the cd was Patsy Cline and the song Just a closer walk with thee. You will find the words to this song below and the picture is in dad's photo album on this site. I believe God was confirming that my father is with Him and I believe my father used this song and had placed it in my heart to tell me that God has answered his prayers that he was singing and playing on his organ so long ago. Thanks for letting us dad the Jesus gave you your request that when your life was over here your new life would be there with Jesus. We will see you soon. Eternal Love, Jeannette 

                           Just a Closer Walk with Thee

I am weak, but Thou art strong;
Jesus, keep me from all wrong;
I'll be satisfied as long
As I walk, let me walk close to Thee.
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.
Thro' this world of toils and snares,
If I falter, Lord, who cares?
Who with me my burden shares?
None, but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee.
When my feeble life is o'er,
Time for me will be no more;
me gently, safely o'er
To Thy kingdom shore, to Thy shore

Thinking about the things my dad did and said...  
My mom reminded me today of some things that my father said and did. For some of you that were close to him you may have heard or seen some of these things. Some make me laugh and some make me cry but for the most part I take joy in thinking of them, remembering how real my father always kept things by speaking his mind and how he really did like to laugh by telling and hearing jokes. If we went out to eat he wanted the best and loved to treat at these times. So we share these things with you that we remember. My dad had his own special way of showing you that he loved you or cared for you or was proud of you. Even to those who provided services, like the landscaper or the waitress/waiter etc...if you were good my dad let you know it and if you werent that great...ah well....lets be honest ...he would let you know that is good to laugh..One thing he reminded me during his last days, was "Jeannette, I dont want to cry, I want to keep laughing". He said, he just wanted to try to live without letting this "thing we call cancer" bring him down. So, we share these things for remembrance as well as to laugh "with" my dad like he wanted us to.

My mom remembers my dad saying, "
"If you WANT $1, I will GIVE it to you.  BUT, if you BORROW a QUARTER, I WANT it BACK."

Something he often reminded us was,
"You can't take it with might as well spend it."

He made donations to:
Volunteer Fire Dept.
Selective Non-Profit Organizations.
Military Children's Fund.
Hospitals he was at.

OVER-PAID hired help, waitresses and anyone who did a service - if he thought they did an excellent job or felt as though  they were in need.

We love you dad, we always will....

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