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Obituary for Rodney Craig Lieb
Rodney Craig Lieb, 63, went into the presence of the Lord on Sunday, April 19, 2015. \\"Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.\\" Psalms 116:15. A Memorial Service will be held at Charity Baptist Church \\"God Can\\", 4079 Battleground Avenue, Greensboro, at 3:00 p.m. on Sunday, April 26, 2015. Dr. Roland B. Shepley will be officiating (a beloved friend of Rodney’s.) He was predeceased by his father, Robert \\"Bob\\" Lieb of Greensboro and his sister, Phyllis Lieb Keery of Charleston, SC. He is survived by his wife, Sue DuVal Lieb; his mother, Elizabeth Claybrook Lieb, and his sister, Abrianne Lieb Kennedy and husband Lonnie Kennedy, and nieces, nephews and cousins; stepson, Adam Houston Garrett and wife Christy Richardson Garrett and two step-grandsons, Nathaniel Houston Garrett and Nicholas Holden Garrett. Rodney loved his grandsons more than life itself and I know they will always remember him with love. Rodney was a chef for many years and later started his own business as an independent car dealer. He had the gift of giving and helped many people through his business. He was a member of Charity Baptist Church and a Jewish believer in Jesus as his Lord and Savior. Rodney had a heart for the widows in our church. A heartfelt \\"Thank You\\" to Family, Church Family and Friends for your prayers over the last 17 months for Rodney and me; and for your love and support, cards and gifts of food that sustained us through this difficult time. A special thank you to Conner Shepley, our prayer warrior at age 4. Memorials may be made to Charity Baptist Church \\"Missions\\", 4079 Battleground Ave., Greensboro, NC 27410. Forbis & Dick, Guilford Chapel is assisting the Lieb family and online condolences may be offered at www.forbisanddick.com
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Mandy Lane (Kinney)
Rodney, always positive, giving, & compassionate, our dear friend, lots of great memories! We know God is holding you in His strong arms! Love you, Mandy Lane Kinney
John Knowles (Knowles)
Your same face peers back in the photo and memory triggers that infectious laughter unheard in more than 40 years. From the distance not even one critical remark is recalled through the period when adolescents/teenagers are often unkind. Reminded of your Jewish heritage, an unexpected tremor coursed through an already grieving heart at the sudden awareness of my ignorance of the world when you were there, seemingly everywhere, with what at the time through darkened eyes appeared as that silly grin, ready to join in whatever was happening—not much, in retrospect. You were supportive, irrepressibly positive, a good mate in all weather. It is comforting to read that you found faith, and love, and family, and were successful in endeavors after the chaos of the tumultuous years you obviously survived, intact. From Bar Mitzvah to Woodstock to the Baptist Church on Battleground Avenue—there is a journey. It adds sorrow to hear that the last 17 months were such a struggle. May comfort envelop your wife, children, and the grandsons who brought such joy; May your good memory, good words and kindness multiply in your absence. And may your laughter echo within the souls of all your parting gift. Hasta pronto, querido hermano.
Ken Huffine
Know you will be missed my friend. Your smile captured many hearts and going West may you have strong tailwinds and God Speed.
Bennett M. Keasler (Keasler)
I went to Rodney's funeral yesterday. It has been a while since I've been to Greensboro and certainly longer since I'd been out 220 north. It was dis-orienting to see how much things have changed since I drove 220 as a teenager going back and forth to the Bur-Mil Club.
Even more dis-orienting was to attend his funeral in a baptist church, he converted about 14 years ago. The more I have thought about it the more the idea of him converting is classic Rodney.
I can't recall seeing much of Rodney after my freshmen year in college, something about him " falling asleep" in my father's new Oldsmobile with a cup of PJ in his hand after a concert in Chapel Hill. We spent the first part of the next morning trying to get the stain out of the floor rug.
The summer before that he called me right after we graduated to see if I wanted to go with him and Dick Cumbie to " some concert in upstate New York" , I had to work, who knew that Woodstock would make Dick and Rodney the legendary guys from the GHS class of 1969 that were at Woodstock.
Rodney has a large group of folks that loved him and he was apparently very well thought of. Looked to me nothing had changed from when I was his classmate. I left the church thinking his life was time well spent. That's about all any of us can hope for, RIP.
Sam E. Fowlkes (Fowlkes)
I found out about Rodney's diagnosis around the time he did. Knowing that I visited him every time I was in town to see my mom, about once a month. Jim Kornegay, Greg Hyslop and I visited together with him many times. We brought our guitars and played old Beatles tunes for him. Rodney had a great attitude and knew God had other plans for him. His wife Sue is an Angel and performed like one. Really missing my ole buddy but the Master had other work for him. He is probably being fitted with his wings to look after the rest of us.
Lynn Moore (Gordon)
I remember Rodney, as others, as the always jovial relaxed personality of a fun guy in high school. I love learning that Rodney has had such a full life surrounded by so many that loved him, enjoying the compassion and joy of a marriage, children, grandchildren. In high school and even today as a believer, I pray(ed) for my Jewish friends to come and know Jesus. To find out that Rodney was a Messianic Jew having the heritage of the Jewish faith coupled with belief in the Savior, Christ Jesus, makes my heart overflow with thanksgiving for his life and the influence that bled into his family/the lives of others. Thank You, Lord, for using this Godly man on this earth to love and to be loved in Your Name. I know he is rejoicing in Heaven with the saints around your throne. Amen.
David Allred (Allred)
In his memories, Bennett Keasler commented on Rodney and Dick Cumbie being at Woodstock in '69. I was also at that festival with a friend, and we actually bumped into Dick and Rodney right before the music began. To have that kind of small world circumstance in such a setting was a bit eerie. We said a few things, and then went our ways.
I couldn't help but notice that Rodney was decked out in a pair of slacks and shoed in a pair of wingtips. There was close to half a million people in the neighborhood, but at such a freaky gathering I doubt anybody else could be found in those kind of shoes. The way I see it, however, he embodied some of the spirit of what the whole thing was supposed to be about; in a place with its own unofficial notions of fashion, Rodney was (in the parlance) doing his own thing. Being Rodney.
That was the last time I saw or spoke to him. We were not close; but I can say I was glad to know him, and hoped that at some reunion or whatever I could run into him and say something about that incident. That's not going to happen, but I have the chance to speak of it here. He seemed to have lived a full life, if at the same time it was all too short.
Patti Howell (Goslen)
I was so sorry to hear of Rodney's passing.
When I read the "In Memory" comments, I was particularly touched by the kindness Sam Fowlkes, Jim Kornegay, and Greg Hyslop showed to Rodney by coming to visit him on numberous occasions during his illness and for playing their guitars and singing old Beatles' tunes together. What a wonderful thing to do!
I no longer live in North Carolina, but I recall with warm memories the graciousness, kindness, thoughtfulness, and good hearts of the people with whom I had the privilege of growing up.
It has become a hard, cruel, and selfish world. It is refeshing to hear that there still are good people out there who care for their friends and take the time to be there for them. God bless everyone in our class. You are some of the best people in the world. I'll never forget you.