Frederick Lawrence Sr.

Frederick Lawrence Sr. was born on April 21, 1947, in Tulare, California to Herbert Lawrence Sr. and Ola Mae Louder.

Our father was a loving man — kind, patient, understanding, and full of compassion for others. He truly loved people, and he especially loved working with children. He retired from Trevor G. Browne High School, and he would often share stories about his experiences there. Those moments with the children brought him great joy and always seemed to put a smile on his face.

More than anything, our father was a devoted Christian man — a true man of God. He loved sitting at the feet of Christ and encouraging others to follow the Lord. Many of us can remember him lovingly reminding us, “You need to get in church.” He cared deeply about our salvation and wanted each of us to walk closely with God. Today, while our hearts grieve his absence, we also find comfort and peace in knowing where he is.

Giving all praise, honor, and glory to Yahweh, we know that our father was committed to the Lord. Because of that, we do not have to worry about where he rests. We know that today he is with the Lord — no longer suffering, but at peace, sitting with his Heavenly Father. For that, we are truly thankful.

Frederick Lawrence Sr. is survived by Wife: Esperanza Lawrence, Children: Stella Lawrence, Larry Lawrence, Brice Lawrence, Michelle Lawrence, Fred Livingston (Son in Law) Bray Lawrence, Merrick Martinez. Grand-children 15, Great-grandchildren 20.

Visitation will be held on Friday, June 5, 2026, at 10:00 AM, followed by a Memorial Service at 12:00 PM at Greenwood Mortuary, 2300 W Van Buren, Phoenix, Arizona 85009.

To be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord. 2 Cor. 5:8

He is finally home. ♥️

Come With Me

God saw you getting tired

And a cure was not to be

So He put His arms around you

And whispered ‘Come with Me.’

With tearful eyes

We watched you suffer

And saw you fade away,

Although we loved you dearly

We could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,

Hard working hands at rest,

God broke our hearts to prove

He only takes the best.

It’s lonesome here without you,

We miss you more each day,

Life doesn’t seem the same

Since you’ve gone away.

When days are sad and lonely

And everything goes wrong,

We seem to hear you whisper

‘Cheer up and carry on.’

Each time we see your picture,

You seem to smile and say

‘Don’t cry, I’m in God’s keeping

We’ll meet again someday.’

You never said ‘I’m leaving’,

You never said goodbye,

You were gone before we knew it,

And only God knew why.

A million times we needed you,

A million times we cried,

If love alone could have saved you,

You never would have died.

In life we loved you dearly,

In death we love you still ,

In our hearts you hold a place,

That no one could ever fill.

It broke our hearts to lose you,

But you didn’t go alone,

For part of us went with you,

The day God took you home.

By Rhonda Braswell