Jacinto Williams
in honor of Arthur.
Mr. Arthur Melvin Mills Jr.
Birth date: Apr 30, 1962 Death date: Jul 2, 2024
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Kerri Hodges-Easter
in honor of Arthur.
When I reminisce on my Uncle Artie, I remember our last conversation week's ago. "We family always". From my chilhood to adulthood, being my 1st born sons Godfather, to celebrating my wedding, my Uncle Artie was always there for me whenever I needed him. I'm forever thankful and appreciative of his selfless compassionate n humble presence. You will always be remembered never ever forgotten. Til we meet again 🙏🏽❤️🫡
Barbara London Jones
in honor of Arthur.
Barbara London Jones
I remember one Sunday I came in to work at the VA on my day off to suprise staff iny office with a snowman Christmas tree but did not know how to put it together .I called Me .Mills on the VA phone in his department and he helped me . I appreciate you for always brighten up a person a day. My prayers are with the Mills family and friends .What a wonderful person. Love Mom Mills from Barbara London Jones and family
Cassandra Mcmahon
Take your rest friend it was a pleasure to meet you always a great friend with a great personality you will truly be missed at the VA hospital Rest in Paradise Melvin 🕊️️
Ariel Blackwell
As we gather to say our final goodbyes to our beloved son, brother, uncle, and father, I want to take a moment to honor the man my uncle Artie was. Art stood tall not just in stature, but in his beliefs and principles. He was humble, respectful, and always followed his own path. With his charm, fashion sense, and readiness to help, Art was someone everyone could rely on. Whether with family or at work, he always showed up, embodying dedication and reliability.
I remember a summer when I was a child, and Art visited NYC with his daughter Kyana, who was still in diapers. He joked about my basketball skills and took me to play hoops at Orange Park. He even envisioned me teaching Kyana someday. Recently, when I was struggling to put up a fan, Art offered his help without hesitation, embodying his hardworking spirit. He never rested, always looking for ways to contribute, even if it meant working himself to exhaustion.
Uncle Artie, I'll miss all the little things you did to enrich our lives, from conversations to thoughtful gestures like bringing me car air fresheners. To Chasity and Kyana, I can’t fathom your pain, but know that you have the right to grieve and feel vulnerable. Your father loved you deeply and would want you to cherish the good times.
To my mother and aunts Karen and Pat, sibling relationships are unique. Despite disagreements and fights, there's always love at the core. Art cherished each of you, and though he often said, "I'm okay," he's truly at peace now. He'd want you to remember the joy you shared and continue loving on each other. Grief is ok, regrets are not.
To my grandparents, especially his mother Marian who is here with us today, I want to express my deepest condolences. No words can truly capture the immense loss you are feeling. Art loved you deeply, Grandma, and always cherished you as the most important woman in his life. He would want you to hold onto the happy memories—the meals he cooked, the times you shared, the days at Lake Charles, his departure to join the navy, and his move into his first apartment. These moments are a testament to the joy and pride he brought into your life. He fought hard and cared for you until the very end.
As I conclude, know that Uncle Artie was a remarkable man who will be remembered for his integrity and love. I love you, Uncle Artie, and you will forever be missed.
Your favorite niece, Ariel.
Tara L.
Planted a Memorial Tree in honor of Arthur.
Tara Lin
I met Mr. Mills at the VA (where I am an on-site contractor). Mr. Mills was one of my customers who wasn't just a customer to me; he was my friend. I visited with him almost weekly, and always had a smile on his face, he would always make time for a meeting, and he would offer me a cold water. He was so thoughtful in that way. We would discuss work and projects that he was working on and I would figure out ways that our company could help support him in those efforts. We would also share stories about our families and our children. He would tell me all about his girls and how proud of them he is and how I need to cherish the time I have with my small children now, bc "it goes by way too fast". He told me stories about being a chaperone on field trips for his daughters when they were younger, and talked about how much he loved being a dad to his girls. He also shared with me that he often spent time with his mother and really cherished his time with her as well. I sure do hope that my son is like Mr. Mills (so thoughtful and caring) towards me when he grows up. Mr. Mills and I would talk and laugh sometimes so hard that we would have tears in our eyes from laughing so hard. Visiting with him was always a breath of fresh air and I was devastated to hear the news of his passing. I just wanted to share these stories to let his family know that he was so proud of you all and loved you all so much and he would literally grin ear to ear when he spoke about you. Now, we all have an angel looking down on us. What an honor it was to have known him. He will be terribly missed. Sending my prayers to your family during this difficult time. - Tara
Ariel Blackwell
As we gather to say our final goodbyes to our beloved son, brother, uncle, and father, I want to take a moment to honor the man my uncle Art was. Art stood tall not just in stature, but in his beliefs and principles. He was humble, respectful, and always followed his own path. With his charm, fashion sense, and readiness to help, Art was someone everyone could rely on. Whether with family or at work, he always showed up, embodying dedication and reliability.
I remember a summer when I was a child, and Art visited NYC with his daughter Kyana, who was still in diapers. He joked about my basketball skills and took me to play hoops at Orange Park. He even envisioned me teaching Kyana someday. Recently, when I was struggling to put up a fan, Art offered his help without hesitation, embodying his hardworking spirit. He never rested, always looking for ways to contribute, even if it meant working himself to exhaustion.
Uncle Art, I'll miss all the little things you did to enrich our lives, from conversations to thoughtful gestures like bringing me car air fresheners. To Chasity and Kyana, I can’t fathom your pain, but know that you have the right to grieve and feel vulnerable. Your father loved you deeply and would want you to cherish the good times.
To my mother and aunts Karen and Pat, sibling relationships are unique. Despite disagreements and fights, there's always love at the core. Art cherished each of you, and though he often said, "I'm okay," he's truly at peace now. He'd want you to remember the joy you shared and continue loving on each other. Grief is ok, regrets are not.
To my grandparents, especially his mother Marian who is here with us today, I want to express my deepest condolences. No words can truly capture the immense loss you are feeling. Art loved you deeply, Grandma, and always cherished you as the most important woman in his life. He would want you to hold onto the happy memories—the meals he cooked, the times you shared, the days at Lake Charles, his departure to join the navy, and his move into his first apartment. These moments are a testament to the joy and pride he brought into your life. He fought hard and cared for you until the very end.
As I conclude, know that Uncle Art was a remarkable man who will be remembered for his integrity and love. I love you, Uncle Artie, and you will forever be missed.
Your favorite niece, Ariel.
Justin Hodges
Uncle Art and I share so many memories. We played games together, cards and had so many big deal conversations that helped shape who I am today. He was truly a joy to be around and will be missed. You are so loved Uncle Art.