Blake Allen Mangham

On the evening of December 8th, 2025, Blake Mangham passed in his sleep, cradled in the arms of his sister. He wakes in the heavenly arms of his mother, Patricia Grandstaff, and his triplet sisters, Brianne and Bethany Mangham. He continues to shine in the hearts of his sister, Brittany Mobley; brothers, Brandon Allensworth and Billy Grandstaff Jr.; their spouses, his friends, and his seven nieces and nephews.

Blake brought the music wherever he went. He knew how to clear the table, party hard, lose your keys, and interrupt every conversation without ever saying a word. He enjoyed his family, horseback riding, car rides, and good music. He could seek out the toys you worked hard to hide and somehow convince you it was a great idea to put batteries in them, particularly a toy frog or any piano. His laughter soothed every overstimulated nerve from back-to-back button mashes. Somehow his social battery never drained. He was an entertainer and sought out to be entertained. Our mother swore by the power of miracles, citing that Blake was her favorite one. Blake swore by the healing power of chocolate pudding. (If you have stock in Snack Pack Pudding Cups, sell now because their largest consumer has moved on.) Every giggle, every gaze from his hand-me-down ocean-colored eyes, every hand hold was a precious gift on unpromised time. Pillow fights, tickle fights, and fights for the best couch nap spot were his favorite battles... But that's Blake... a fighter. He has been a fighter since the moment he entered the world and continued to be until he was gone.

Blake's song has ended but his melody lingers on. Rest in power, My Sunshine.