James Prentice, Doug as we affectionately called him, was born, April 12, 1941 to the late James Prentiss and Thelma Prentiss Williams in Richmond, Virginia. He was educated in Richmond Public Schools. His maternal grandmother, Marie Starkes took him to Cedar Street Church as a young child. He accepted Christ at an early age and joined the Cedar Street Baptist Church under the leadership of Dr. Benjamin W. Robertson, Sr. He was very active in his church for many years, attending Sunday School, serving on the Butler Usher Board. He used to carry his Bible around with him and read it often.
James was a fun-loving story telling hard worker. He was a hard worker both as a general contractor and a truck driver until his retirement. He enjoyed driving long distance and wasn’t even thinking about retiring until his health began to fail. He had a passion for animals, especially dogs. He left behind his best friend, Princess.
James departed this life May 1, 2019, after a long illness. He was preceded in death by two of his children, Darren Singleton and Kathy Rogers; mother Thelma P. Williams; and father, James Prentiss. He leaves to cherish his memory 3 children, Douglas Prentiss, Jr., Dawn Mckenzie, and Angel Alston; his sisters, Zenobia Coverson (Norman), and Delores Llewellyn (Patrick); brother, Tyrone Prentiss (Debbie); 17 grandchildren; 4 great-grandchildren; nieces, one devoted, Vonzelle Waller; nephews; one Uncle, Leroy Starkes; and one devoted friend, Julie Mastin.
I’m very sorry for your loss. It’s hard to imagine that someone who is full of life and enjoys the things they did, go to sleep in death. Especially when you have so much more to offer. No one in history, who is healthy, wants to die. God has put eternity in our hearts and he wants us to enjoy life forever. (Psalms 37:29). Gods purpose has not changed and soon we will be under his rulership with Jesus being king. His Kingdom will end the sufferings we face today. Doctors spend countless hours looking for cures and millions on medication that they hope will work. Jesus simply said “you are cured “ I’m really sorry for your loss. Words do bring comfort but the Bible heals our heart.
Jimmy was a POS who would beat my mother right in front of me…refusing to let me leave the room & making me watch. I watched him beat my mother into a coma when I was only 9 years old. He loved to fondle himself right in front of me, and would beat both me & my mother if we dared to even open our mouths about how perverted and disgusting this was to do IN FRONT OF A CHILD.
It took us 7 years to escape him.
Knowing that he’s finally gone is the peace of mind I’ve been waiting for.
I hope he rots in piss for the rest of eternity.