Charles Thyril Brooks, age 89, of Fort Worth, Texas, Stepped Into The Light of Eternity, October 13, 2022.
He was born April 10, 1933 to the late Joe Brooks Jr. and Annie Zora Cox. Charles professed his faith in Jesus Christ when he was a youth as a member of The Historic Mount Pisgah Missionary Baptist Church on Baptist Hill and was there Baptized Into The Fold of Christ. He was a graduate of The Historic I.M. Terrell High School. Following his graduation, he enlisted in The United States Air Force. Charles united in holy matrimony with Dolly Nell Hudson in 1954. Their union was further blessed with the birth of their four children: Tony, Beverly, Debra and Sherry. Charles worked for Bell Helicopter until he retired in 1987. He then opened his own motorcycle escort business : Brooks Escort Service which he operated until he truly retired in 2012. Charles was dedicated to his family, the Brooks Reunion and was a member of the Panther City Lodge No. 159 of the Most Worshipful Prince Hall Grand Lodge of Free and Accepted Masons of Texas.
Charles was known among friends and relatives for his love, generosity, and loyalty. He would do all he could for anyone. His favorite pastime was fishing, barbecuing and spending time with his family. He would also say "Never Forget About Family" and meant that from the bottom of his heart. He was the Brooks family patriarch and griot. Charles is preceded in death by his parents, brothers: Burnice Lee Sr., Joe Jr., Theodore(Bub) and Bobby; sisters: Bernice, Donna Ann and an infant sister; and his two children : (Tony Brooks & Debra Brooks).
Cherishing the beauty of his memory : Children: Beverly Brooks Edwards & Sherry Barriere
Grandchildren: Catrina Brooks, Thyril Lee Brooks & Marquise Brooks
Host of great-grandchildren, nieces and nephews, extended family members, friends and those who were fortunate to have known him.
'' Crossing the Bar ''
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me !
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark !
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
And tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have cross'd the bar.
