Shondre Lamont Rayson wasn't just a person - he was a presence.
Born July 17, 1971, in Evanston, Illinois, to Archie Mae Rayson and Willie Mitchell Sr, he grew into a man who believed one thing for sure: if you love your people, you SHOW it. He didn't believe in quiet love. He believed in loud love. Expressed love. AUTHENTIC love. And if you didn't want to show love? He'd tell you exactly how he felt about that too.

He loved fishing, writing poems, taking pictures, and talking noise like it was a profession -especially over dominoes. He could sit and watch old Westerns for hours, but nothing compared to watching Bluey with Rey.

His children meant everything to him. And his grandbabies? That was his soft spot. His Pride and Joy.
He leaves behind a legacy of laughter, honesty (whether you asked for it or not), and unapologetic love and He will be greatly missed.

The family welcomes your prayers, love, and words of condolence during this time.

Also, if you're reading this…"YO FEET STANK!"