Billy Ray Parr

August 15, 1940 – January 22, 2025

Born on Cypress Creek turpentine camp on August 15, 1940, to Jessie Sanders and Samuel Watson Parr, Sr., and later cared for by his devoted second mother, Theatus Douglas Parr, Billy Ray Parr lived a life rooted in family and tradition. He married Mildred Virginia Henderson, and together they had two children, Lorie Ann Parr and Lisa Lynn Parr. Having four grandchildren, Jessica Nicole Roper, Tray Roper, Billy Joe Amerson Jr., and Codie Lee Stach, along with his seven great-grandchildren and three bonus great-grandchildren. Billy Ray was also one of the founders of the Woodpecker Hunting Club, where his family and friends gathered to share in the traditions he loved. His life was further enriched by the companionship of his two lifelong best friends, Eddie and Lynn Tucker. He leaves behind an enduring impact on all who knew him, as well as a family and community that will cherish his memory forever.

Service: Monday, January 27, 2025 Location: Harry T. Reid Funeral Home, Jasper, FL Viewing: 1:00 PM – 2:00 PM Graveside Service: 3:00 PM Boney Bluff Cemetery, Needmore, GA. Billy Ray will be laid to rest next to his wife, Mildred V. Henderson Service Details: Service & Prayer Led By: Greg Godwin Vocals Performed By: Sammy & Marie Parr Additional Gathering: In memory of Billy Ray Parr, a gathering of friends and family will be held on Saturday, January 25, 2025, at the Woodpecker Hunting Club Camp

Billy Ray Parr was a mountain of a man who loved these ol' flat woods with all his heart. To him, no other place existed but this little dot on the map— it was in his blood, bones, and spirit. A legendary outdoorsman, there wasn't a mud cat or warmouth perch that stood a chance against his skill, and whitetail deer knew better than to cross his path with that Remington in hand and his loyal walker hounds by his side. Billy Ray wore many titles in life—son, brother, friend, husband, uncle, father, grandfather, and great-grandfather—and somehow, he excelled at every one of them. He will be laid to rest beneath these ol' flatwoods he so cherished, forever a part of the land that made him who he was. His enormous impact and enduring love will never be forgotten. Until we meet again, Billy Ray, keep yella gal and ol' jug head loaded up, with cane poles rigged and ready for the creek. -Billy Amerson Jr.