Jeremiah Nia Sylvester
August 18, 1966 – July 25, 2020
Jeremiah Nia Sylvester, 53, of Bloomington died in his home on Saturday, July 25, 2020. He was born August 18, 1966 in Bloomington to Clifford Sylvester and Tondelayo McFarland Sylvester. He was retired from NSWC Crane.
Survivors include his three children, William Sylvester of Bloomington, Katherine Sylvester of Indianapolis and Lauren Sylvester of Bloomington; siblings, Tina Lake of Sacile, Italy, Reuben McFarland, Jr. of Indianapolis, Deanna McFarland of Greenwood, Lavonda (Floyd) Mooney of Las Vegas, Clifford “Ray” (Alan Breck) Sylvester of Hollywood, FL and Tondrea (Rod) Logan of South Salem, Ohio; his former wife, Carol Sylvester of Bloomington; an honorary brother, Mike Bristow; and many nieces, nephews and cousins. He was preceded in death by his parents and the parents who raised him, Reuben and Rosemary McFarland.
Jeremiah was a member of Trinity Episcopal Church, he was a die hard “Cubbies” and Grateful Dead fan, and he enjoyed fishing, metal detecting and watching Formula 1 racing. He was a United States Marine Corps Veteran who served in the Persian Gulf War.
There will be a Gathering and Celebration on Wednesday, August 5, 2020 at 5:00 PM in Day & Deremiah-Frye Funeral Home, 4150 E Third St with Military Honors given by the Monroe County Veterans Honor Guard. Arrangements are under the direction of Day & Deremiah-Frye Funeral Home.
Wednesday, August 5, 2020
Military Honors By the Monroe County Veterans Honor Guard and the United States Marine Corps
Wednesday, August 5, 2020
Jeremiah Nia Sylvester
August 7, 2020
Some of my best memories were drinks with Bill on his driveway, blowing out my stereo with him, and fishing with him on the river. I learned a lot from him and I can say he never gave up on anything. I never before met a Marine that had a ghillie suit in the attic and tie-died shirt on every day, and I expect I won't again. He had so many stories of near death (helicopters, cars, etc) and he just always rose above it. There is a special place in my heart for his firecracker spirit.
August 5, 2020
I met Bill when I was 11 years old, in 6th grade at then Binford Middle School. We were hyperactive kids, both of us probably suffering from undiagnosed ADHD, but in 1978 they just called us "problem children". Where I lacked the ability to sit still, concentrate, or follow instruction, Bill was all that and more. He didn't suffer bullies, often got into fights, and didn't take guff from anyone, including our teachers. He also didn't have a filter, if a thought entered his head, it came out of his mouth. No thought of consequence. He was always in trouble.
We were constant companions up through High School, hanging out in the summers. Often finding ourselves near a body of water, swimming, cavorting, and of course fishing. Fishing was the one thing that gave Bill an inner calm he had trouble finding in other places. Being near a lake or river with a rod and reel soothed the calamity that roiled through him a lot of the time. Fishing was where he'd find that solitude he needed. His center, his focus, his moment of Zen. He would fish throughout his life.
Bill went through a lot; car wrecks, helicopter crashes, chemical weapon mishaps, and other tribulations and trauma, and while he sometimes approached that dark door that has ruined and ended men of similar experience, he never turned the knob and stepped through. His life could have turned South any number of times, but he always made a course correction. Bill Sylvester was the closest thing to a miracle that I ever met. Through all the injury, bad breaks, and equally bad decisions he always got things back on track. He always righted the boat. I've never met anyone like him and I do not believe I ever will again.
I will miss him until the end of my days.
Rest in Peace Bill.
August 4, 2020
Rock hunter, river rafter, Sailor Jerry (Pepsi only), batteries, pool player, Marine, a great guy. He came to help Sherry and I when we got stuck on the river....he and Brian promised Sherry she would be fine. they dug her a pit and filled it with blankets and a marine corps style sleeping system.....she slept great.....I got a parachute style blanket in 25 degree weather and had frost on my glasses. We went fishing in a thunderstorm dressed like the Gordon Fishermen at Monroe and caught nothing, we rock hunted all of the creeks and found huge geodes, and we played a lot of pool. You will be missed my brother and we will see each other again.....what a long strange trip its been....Semper Phi.
August 3, 2020
Noah and I lived across the street from Bill and his family for many years. So many impromptu picnics and fireworks. Even though miles separated us, we always kept him close in our hearts.
One of my fondest memories in my whole life is going to the bluegrass festival with my husband and him. I loathed camping, but he said he would do his best to make it great. I was floored when I got to the campsite and Bill had set up two six man tents, five coolers, a huge stove, two picnic tables, and a huge tarp over the whole thing! He had also set up three chairs in a great place in front of the main stage. Noah and I had such a great time with him.
He will always be in a special place in our hearts.
July 31, 2020
So many wonderful memories with Bill over the years. All of the camping, hiking, fishing, IU ball games, cookouts, parties and other family events we did will stay in my memory forever.
Later in life, we did a lot of metal detecting together and he taught me a lot about the sport. We had the most fun fishing and just sitting around and talking about events in life and laughing together. Bill helped us out with projects and had a great skill when it came to carpentry and woodwork.
I am happy that Bill's not suffering anymore and I'm sure that he is in heaven right now fishing with his friend Brian off the shore of a great river and smiling. Enjoy your peace and thank you for everything you have done for our country and your family.
July 30, 2020
Worked with Bill at G.E. and lived in the same neighborhood for awhile. So sorry for your loss.