Craig M. Whiting Jr.

Craig Matthew Whiting Jr., 28, was known by all as CJ. Born in Warwick on January 19, 1993 to Craig M. Whiting Sr and Sharon Jones, he was a young and vibrant prankster.

He always wanted to make people laugh and be the person his loved ones could rely on. He was dependable, loyal and a hard worker. He worked as a landscaper and "hard-scaper" and once had his hand in demolition and construction. He had dreams of opening his own landscaping company someday soon and was working towards that goal. Outside of work, he was an extrovert who thrived when surrounded by his loving friends and family; Fishing, playing basketball, cooking and eating were a few of his favorite hobbies, his favorite food was always from the sea. He had a love for collecting things, his collection includes sneakers, hats, and coins.

The greatest blessing in CJs life was the birth of his only child, Dayshia, a true daddy's girl, he proudly shared his life experiences with her and taught her everything he could. He was proud to spend time with his daughter taking her on many adventures, shopping trips, sporting events and festivals. CJ loved to write and make songs of his writings. He would  play a game called "3 Words" where you  come up with a phrase or poem including 3 words; He was always the best at it but quickly his daughter was passed the torch of linguistic articulation for this and many other reasons he was most proud of his daughter.

CJ was survived by his father, Craig Whiting Sr. his mother Sharon Jones, his daughter Dayshia Redmond, his paternal grandfather Michael A. Davis, his brothers and sisters,  Kane Jones of Kentucky, Antonio Whiting of Newport, Ciana Whiting of Newport, his maternal grandfather Reed Jones of Tennessee and Step-mother Dorothy Whiting. He was predeceased by his grandmothers, Sharon Jones and Deborah Whiting-Davis. 

After learning of her father's passing, Dayshia wrote a poem dedicated to the man who breathed life and love into her soul through music and the power of expressive poetry.

This Isn't Goodbye

 My dad was everything to me, 

And now he is even more. 

By my side as my guardian angel,

he will proudly soar. 

All of the times we had together, I will surely miss. 

I hope when I lay down at night you can sneak away from heaven and give me a kiss

I want to be strong for you, I will really try, 

I will picture you with beautiful wings flying in the sky

I know someday we'll meet again, so I will dry my eyes 

Three words Dad : This Isn't Goodbye 

  Love Always,

  Dayshia 

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