In Memory of Williams, Willie (Will)

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Willie Williams (AI Malik, Will), was born on November 14th, 1976 to Willie Williams Jr. & Mary Williams, in the Bronx, New York. It was at a very young age that Willie knew he loved music and he loved to dance, all you had to do was, play music and Willie was the first person to get on the dance floor. There was nothing shy about this child.

Willie attended Dewitt Clinton High School. Growing up, Willie made great effort to keep continuous contact with his family. He made rounds as if he were a time keeper. He did not allow a day to go by without seeing someone in his family. There was something mystical in his eyes when you spoke with him. He certainly appeared to be wise beyond his years.

Willie was a pleasure to those he came into contact with. He loved his family and his friends. Willie embraced Islam, and was received into the Heavenly Gates during the Holy Month of Ramadan and the sacared day, Friday. He is blessed.

He leaves to cherish his loving memory his daughter Serenity, mother Mary, his sisters Connie Williams, Nancy Frazier, Chiquilla Gillmore, Tarena Hector, Sharefta Kennedy, Valerie Kennedy, Iris Paul, Sarah Paul his brothers, Maurice Holmes, Willie Kennedy, Reubin Kennedy, Ahib Paul, Edmond Paul his uncles, James Jones, (Water Town, NY), Joseph Jones, (Pennsylvania), David Jones, Israel Jenkins, and Cardell Jenkins, Richard Williams, Johnny Williams, Jim Chaney; his aunts, Carol Hazel, Sonia Hazel, Evangeline Dowdy, Frances Chaney, Dorothy Williams, Gladys Williams, Stella Williams And a host of devout nieces, nephews, cousins, second aunts and uncles.

We will miss you dearly.



And a woman who held a babe against he bosom said, Speak to us of Children.
And he said: Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though the are with you yet they belongs not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness; For even s He loves e arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

~ Kahlil Gibran


Sunrise - November 14, 1976
Sunset - September 21, 2007

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