Kevin Scott Parris, 65, of Warrenton, Virginia, passed August 21, 2018, at Novant Health UVA Prince William Medical Center, Manassas, Virginia. He was born on September 7, 1952.
Kevin is survived by his wife, Feng Wen Gong of Manassas, VA; two daughters: Anita Louise (Jason) Parris Soule of Warrenton, VA, Kiersten Samantha (Nick) Parris of Rixeyville, VA; his mother, Anita Marie Parris of Warrenton, VA; his father, Robert Louis Parris; four sons: Henry Joseph Buell of Tibilis, IL, Matthew Phillip (Chrissy) Buell of Fredericksburg, VA, Robert Andrew Scott Parris of Warrenton, VA, Zhong Kai Zhao of Manassas, VA; three brothers: Mark (Joan) Parris of MD, Paul Parris of Rolla, MO, Eric W. Parris of Warrenton, VA; eleven grandchildren: Aidan Paul, Ava Jane, Blake Ryan, Brandon Michael, Logan Jason, Ryan William, Jilian, Johnny, Alice, Henry, Sam, and David. One son, Julian Lawrence Buell preceded him in death.
An inurnment service will take place on Friday, September 7, 2018, at 11am, at Bright View Cemetery, Warrenton, VA.
Bright View Cemetery
Friday September 7th, 2018
8265 Lunsford Road
Warrenton, VA 20186
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Dear family members I would like to offer my deepest sympathy. I know how hard it is losing a love one because like yourself I lost love ones as well. Isaiah 25 8 Says He will actually swallow up death forever. Which is comforting to know. For more information about hope for the dead love ones please go to www.jw.org. Take care and have a nice day. And once again you have my deepest sympathy. Love Elton.
Submitted by Elton Hill on Sep 15 2018 12:07:41 PM
Kiersten Samantha Parris lit a candle for Kevin Scott Parris
Kiersten Samantha Parris lit a candle on Sep 14 2018 03:21:57 PM
Excerpt from Evening Hawk
Robert Penn Warren, 1905 - 1989
Look! Look! he is climbing the last light
Who knows neither Time nor error, and under
Whose eye, unforgiving, the world, unforgiven, swings
Until we meet again.
Submitted by Elizabeth Niece of Scott on Sep 7 2018 10:07:49 PM
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There are absolutely too many stories of fun and adventure and hilarious situations to tell about Scott. From the numerous cats he buried in Manassas thinking they were his and they weren't to him getting all of his roommates wasted at 7720 And taking turns taking a bite out of an onion. The situations that he brought his friends into, we're always mine boggling and brought great laughter for many many years after. He was my brother-in-law and a wonderful friend that I will always love. Love you Scott. Always. Susan
Submitted by Susan Rose on Sep 7 2018 07:40:24 PM
😞 Prayers for Scott’s Soul and for all who love him 💖 Scott left this world and passed into a far and distant galaxy to infinity and beyond and now watches over those he loves...Scott is in GOD'S Hands...As GOD Wills It So It Will Be...All Glory And Honor To GOD In The Highest...AMEN
Here’s To 1976...
Submitted by Peggy Parris on Sep 6 2018 10:10:36 PM
Went and laid in my dads bed for awhile today trying to pretend that he was downstairs in the kitchen drinking wine and cooking red beans and rice and whipping up a key lime pie. He loved to cook, and was amazing in the kitchen. His bed is so comfortable and his room has a window on each side and looks out into the huge trees that he loves. I snuggled into his pillow just watching the leaves on the trees blow around.. smelling him all over his pillow and blankets, feeling sad knowing that his smell is one of the only “physical” things left of him and it will eventually fade away and be gone just like him. Another thing “lost” seems so meaningless when things are fine but when it’s one of the last things it’s painful.. I might forget the smell or the comfort it brought. Laying in his bed made me remember all the years of crawling in bed with him and he would tell us wild tales of his travels and stories he made up. In Egypt he met a gnome (he said it like
gah-no-me so it’s even funnier now) his name was Gidder and he was found by my Dad after he snuck into my dads luggage, he was a horrible little conman,
Thief whom my Dad eventually befriended. He told me the neighbors trapped a little boy named Tansy, and kept him in the basement. I remember he told me he found a weasel in a pile of rocks on the back of the farm and it’s mother had died so it was weak and helpless, he brought it back in a shoe box and nurtured it back to health it was wild and feisty and would nip at him after it grew stronger but eventually it became sweet and loving and started losing its hair and it turned into a little girl (me) haha so as a kid I really believed I used to be a weasel.
He even wrote a song on his piano called “she’s my little weasel girl” my Dad was an amazing musician he could play any instrument you’d hand him. He could even recreate Beethoven’s songs into versions I actually preferred. I remember waking up in the mornings to the smell of coffee and the piano echoing through the House..And in the evenings the Marshall amps would be blasting through the house as he played Cream, Led Zeppelin, or any Blues tune he loved.
He was the smartest person I’ve ever met, somehow it seemed he knew everything any topic you could bring up he had some sort of knowledge on it, he was a world traveler my entire life and had businesses in many countries and introduced us to so many cultures and interesting people. I remember in elementary school he came in dressed in complete middle easterner attire and prepared kufta and gyros for my class
I remember being really young and he was in Yemen and it was snowing in Virginia and I was running around looking up at the street light watching all of the snow fall down asking my mom “how many more days until Dads home, is it snowing in Yemen” when I was small the song “abracadabra” by Steve Miller band was my favorite song and he would turn it way up and we would dance around in the shed to it and the part that said “gonna reach out and grab you” he would always tickle me.
To say I’ve been obsessed with my Dad since I was born is an understatement.
When we were kids him and my mom were separating and he was clearly in the wrong but he literally stole my brother and I and left the state.. in the middle of a massive hurricane. We went through horrible storms, saw cows in trees, destroyed homes, became friends with vagabonds along the way, chased an alligator through a swamp, cooked over a campfire and were attacked by washed out ant hills.
One year we were at the beach and we rented two of these weird three wheeled cars that were only supposed to be used for riding around the beach house community and they could only go a max of 30mph so the rental man stressed not to take them on the real road.. my Dad and I quickly discovered it could go like 56mph so hell ya we were going to take it on the road. So I was driving the green one with my dad in the passenger seat and my brother was behind us in the yellow one with my nephew. We were scootin down the main drag and I didn’t know my dad was talking loud because he thought I wouldn’t be able to hear in the wind and he wanted to check out this little place up ahead so he yelled “turn! right! up here!” I glanced over to see a tractor trailer coming up beside us so I thought he was screaming that something dangerous was about to happen to us! So I saw my opening I could turn really fast into a shopping center.. well.. I forgot we were on three wheels, and going 56mph it wasn’t the best idea to suddenly whip right.. I brought the “green mobile” onto its side, hit the median, somehow shot us over the median and launched us flying through the air into a huge elevated shrubbery. As we were flying through the air my thoughts were “holy shit, this is how it ends I just killed me and Dad” my dads left hand is holding onto my pony tail, his right hand is waving out of the vehicle balancing his glass of rum, and his flip flop was gone and his toes were grasping onto the windshield for dear life and he’s yelling “fucccckkkkkkkk” after we landed literally in the trees he crawls out and says “quick, help me pull this out before the cops come” my brother then pulls up and is just staring at us like dude you all almost died.. that’s when I glance over and see a huge restaurant with a massive deck full of people eating dinner and they are ALL staring at us like what the heck did we just witness?! And we found my dads helmet like 20ft away stuck in a bush 😂
Whenever I would leave or “neglect him” as he would say I would get a text or email that said “it’s time to get the band back together”
Or if I was busy/couldn’t get off work he would respond with “you gotta fight for your right to party”
We were working on his old house in Warrenton fixing it up and painting it and redoing the bathrooms and in the evenings we would walk around the property just “shooting the shit” as he would say. And under the cherry tree he said “you know, you are my best friend” and I laughed and said well now I just feel bad for you.
He was my best friend though. He was always there, even if he was out of the country I could email him and he would email right back or he would Skype me.
The only fights we ever had were over “my life” he was always worried about my life and what I was doing with it. The day of his heart attack he was meeting me at 5 to go to my class orientation that he “badgered me” to sign up for. Even after 9 days in the ICU and literally holding onto him as he died, somehow, I still can’t believe he’s gone. He was such a magical man, hilarious, brilliant, animal and baby whisperer.. it just doesn’t seem possible. I keep waiting to wake up from this nightmare. I keep thinking he will be out walking around the yard with the deer and wild rabbits and a glass of wine and he will pull his lips over his teeth and say “hello clarice” or ask me if I was out being a shitbird.
in the most selfish way I keep wondering how I’ll live through this, how I’ll be normal again, how will I be a happy person again, how will I be a great parent to blake like he was to me? How will I go the rest of my left never talking to him again.
Submitted by Kiersten Parris on Sep 6 2018 09:24:52 PM
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