Obituaries
Mr. George Franklin "Sonny" Meekins
02/08/1938 - 02/28/2020
Mr. George Franklin “Sonny” Meekins, age 82, of South Hill, died on Friday February 28, 2020. He was a former Motorcycle Police Officer for the city of Norfolk, VA. After his law enforcement career he went on to become a commercial airline pilot for Piedmont Airlines and retired as a pilot for US Airways. He became certified and piloted the Boeing 767 jumbo jet. Mr. Meekins is survived by his wife of fifty years, Jeanette Meekins of South Hill; his four sons: Sonny Meekins, Jr. and his wife Michelle of Virginia Beach, VA; Jeffrey Kirk Meekins and his wife Lisa of Virginia Beach, VA; Gilbert Bradley Meekins and his wife Lindsey of Midlothian, VA and Greg Meekins and his wife Crystal of Virginia Beach, VA; his four grandsons: Evan, Jared, Kasey and Cooper; his sister, June Ceremsak and her husband Tom of Frisco, TX and many nieces and nephews. A memorial service will be held at a later date. Online condolences may be sent through our webpage, www.crowderhitecrews.com. Crowder-Hite-Crews Funeral Home and Crematory is serving the Meekins family.
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Jennette and Family,
You are all in our thoughts and Prayers.
Rob and Deb
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, – and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air…
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew –
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
Deepest sympathies