Lewis Albert Kemp Jr.
Lewis Albert Kemp Jr., 55 of Phoenix, Arizona passed away unexpectedly on December 11, 2021. He was the unfortunate victim of a hit-and-run car accident. Lewis was born in Teaneck, New Jersey to Lewis and Ethel Kemp in September of 1966. He grew up with his parents and 2 older sisters. They moved from New Jersey to Phoenix in 1976. As a child, he loved to ride BMX bikes and build models. His childhood hobbies followed him into adulthood, however, he extended his passions to include building RC cars & modifying vehicles. He was always working on projects and usually had more than one going on at a time. He was artistic and loved hand-making holiday and other decorations for all to enjoy. Lewis was such a caring and loving person. He loved all of his friends and family with every bit of his heart. He touched the lives of everyone he met and was always willing to lend a hand or an ear. He loved making people laugh and always had a way to make people smile. He will be missed by all who knew him but most of all by His children, Erika and Jake Kemp, and his fiancé Arminda Munoz. He is also survived by Tara McCormick, Marla Klock, Benjamin Matthews, 2 nieces and 3 nephews; as w...[more]View Full Online Obituary and Tributes
l as his 2 dogs Sammie and Sunshine. Preceded in death by his parents, Lewis and Ethel Kemp. A celebration of life will be held at a later date to be announced after the first of the year. Donations kindly accepted at the go fund me link below to assist with expenses for a celebration of life service https://gofund.me/dc1efc90 Below is Lewis favorite poem: Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am in the birds that sing, I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I do not die.
