Charles Lynwood Spivey

He was born November 8, 1947, at Columbus County Hospital in Whiteville, North Carolina. 

He has gone on to join his parents, Matthew James Spivey and Kathleen Strickland Spivey, and two very special nieces, Eva Elizabeth Lane, and Reagan Kathleen Moore.  He will join his best friend, Tom Ray, numerous other Army buddies, in-laws, outlaws, and furry friends. He will meet for the first time, his older brother, James, who died in infancy. 

Left behind to remember him are his brother, Billy Ray Spivey (Sharon), of Tabor City, NC, his daughter Jennifer Spivey, of Glennville, his daughter Casey Thompson (Jeremy) of Guyton. 

He was very fortunate to have had seven beautiful grandchildren, Caleb Thompson, Lauryn White, Clairah Perry (Christian), Morgan Roy, Mark Roy, Dahlia Spivey and Bryan Spivey. 

His fortune increased as he lived to be a great-grandfather to four beautiful children: Hazel, Harmonie, Quintin and Liliana. 

He is also survived by many additional family, including cousins, nieces and nephews, friends and his caring neighbors, Judy and Jerry, Tim and Jack, who were so very helpful to him, countless friends, and 3 grandcats. 

He also leaves behind Linda Parish, of Conway, South Carolina, his former wife, mother of his children, and Nana to his grandkids. Although they were divorced, for the sake of their descendants, he always held her in high esteem. 

Known as Lynwood to his family of origin, Chuck to his friends, Daddy to his daughters, and Papa to his grandchildren, he loved a good family meal, a good laugh and good music. He was an avid NASCAR fan, famously teaching his grandson to identify the numbers on cars and say the name of the driver, all before he could fully talk. This resulted in his grandson saying “Wusty Wallace”. 

It is fitting that he died on Memorial Day, because he served in the United States Army for over 20 years, retiring as a staff sergeant. He was also a truck driver for awhile, which is where he gained his love of CB radios, the open road, and music. He loved to tell a good story, and legend has it that back during the Vietnam War Era, he “accidentally” put an Army Jeep into a lake while out on one of his many wild nights in South Korea. No one knows if the Jeep was recovered. In a startling example of irony, in his later life, he loved to complain about how his taxes were being poorly spent. 

His one goal in life was to make people laugh, and he did it easily, with his unmatched sense of humor. His personal motto was taken from the title of a Waylon Jennings song, “I’ve always been crazy (but it’s kept me from going insane)”

A rememberance celebration will be planned at a later date. In lieu of flowers, please feel free to make a donation in his memory to your favorite veterans or animal rescue charity.