Clarence Kyle was my brother. He was off to the Navy the same year I was born. Due to the circumstance of our birth; I did not meet him until I was an adult. He was born a Royster but was adopted and raised by his step-father.
Clarence was a brother to me in every sense of the word. I called him "big brother," since I have two other brothers. He called me "little sister." I am thankful to God for all the years I knew him. He was exemplary in every way and was a good and decent family member. I miss him and will be reunited with him in Heaven. I praise God for his ninety-nine years of life on this earth.
Ima Doris Royster-Smith