Ernest Bentley Obituary

Well it has been a whole year this Sunday June 21st,2009 that my Daddy has been gone. I find it quite ironic that we will be celebrating his death on Fathers Day, The first day of summer and the longest day of the year...what an awesome way to remember him. I talk to my Daddy everyday via a beautiful Cardinal that visits me everyday in my backyard. He whistles and sings to me and I whistle right back and he lets me get up real close to him and I think that he really is talking to me... I know it sounds crazy but it helps me cope much better with the whole situation cos I miss him soooooo much.
To all that knew my Daddy when he lost his voice all he could do to get peoples attention was to whistle. So that little bird is my Daddy whistling and sing and beautiful and free. So Daddy on this your 1st year of freedom Thank you for stopping by and visiting me. I Love You and I'll see ya in the yard...
Love your middle girl...

He was born Ernest. In his younger years, he was Sonny, and somewhere along the way, it became Bob. He was always Sonny to me. My Maw-Maw Irene, my mother Donna, from the time I was a small little tyke, would always get excited when they found out that Sonny, Ginny, and the girls were coming to West Virginia for a visit. I remember how much it meant to them that the family was coming in for a visit. I don't remember the first time that I ever saw them, but, I sure wont' forget the last time I saw them all in one place, at the same time. It was Thanksgiving of '92. I was in boot camp at "Great Mistakes" as the guys in my company liked to call it. Sonny knew I was there, and somehow it worked out that I was able to go have Thanksgiving dinner with the whole family. Sonny came up in his "hog" the Cadillac that he loved so much, and chartered me to their home. I had been there only one other time, as Maw-Maw and I flew there once when I was a small child. I was able to have dinner with them all, and it was wonderful. Being that I live so far away now, you lose contact with people but you never forget them. I tried to call on occasion, as the family as a whole would be on my mind for some reason or another. I talked to Sonny for the last time, a couple of years ago, after the Sox won the World Championship. Although his voice was almost gone, I said to him " how 'bout those Sox" he quickly corrected me by saying "World Champion White Sox". How could I expect any less from him. His humor and quick wit was paralled by no other. His smile and charm could bring sunshine on a cloudy day. I remember playing Yahtzee with Sonny, Ginny, Maw-Maw, my brother Tommy, Sherry, Mom, and myself. Whenever it was his turn to roll, he would extend his arm across the table, shaking the cup of dice in the process, and before rolling, he would say " how many sixes do ya see there". When I play Yahtzee, I find myself doing that sometimes when I really need a six, or a two, or whatever. I have a lot of special little memories of Sonny. I have the memory of an elephant, just ask my mom. I am proud to say that I knew, and am related to Ernest, Sonny, Bob Bentley. Cousin Sonny, I love you, and I miss you

Sorry to hear about the lost of your husband and Father, If there is anything you need PLEASE just let us know. In the short time that you have lived in the neighorhood everyone in your family has made us feel like we grew up with all of you. It is like we are a big family . Your dad always made Jose Smile , he will be missed! Are prayers are with all of you . And again just remember if you need anything we are there for you.

To my Daddy from your middle girl, I miss you like my morning coffee I miss calling you everyday even though you had no voice you always knew what to say. I will miss checking in on you to make sure you're okay Who am I going to talk to now that you've gone away?
I miss your smile I miss your face But I know you're in Gods grace. No more pain no more sadness, No more rushing through the madness , You rest now Daddy and just be still We will be together again by Gods will. I will always love you Daddy. and never forget who I am and the last name I was born with was given to me from the greatest ever man .....XOXOXO
Its me Its me its Joyce Ann Marie......