This
is the most difficult Va Flaggers update I have had to write, to date.
Even now, several days after his passing, I am having great difficulty
putting down the words I need to share.
Earlier this week, after a brief illness,
Va Flagger Spokesman Barry Isenhour went home to be with his Lord and
Savior. To say we, his friends, family, and compatriots are devastated
is a gross understatement. Many of you know Barry as the public face of
the Virginia Flaggers, a volunteer role he stepped into and filled
without hesitation, and with eloquence and Southern charm, but there was
so much more to Barry.
I met Barry in the few first few weeks of flagging in Richmond, back in
2011. We became fast friends. He said I reminded him of his sister, so
I became "Sis" and he called me that ever since. Barry was a Tar Heel
and quick to tell you so, but he was also a proud defender of his
adopted home, Virginia. He was highly educated and knowledgeable in
many areas, and had the unique gift of being able to talk to just about
anyone about anything. I can honestly say, that with the exception of
our enemies, those "Heathen Yankees and Scalawags", as he called them, I
never heard him say a harsh word about anyone.
Barry was, first and foremost, a Christian, and he reminded me, almost
daily, that if we ever took our eyes of Christ and tried to move forward
in our will instead of His, we were doomed to failure. His trust and
faith was in Christ alone and my faith was strengthened from the
influence.
It is hard to list everything did for me, the Virginia Flaggers, and our
Cause. In addition to his duties as spokesperson, Barry headed up our
Guardians of the Flags across the Commonwealth, organizing flag repairs,
participating in almost every flag replacement, delivering flags from
Lexington to Danville, and constantly reminding me when we needed more.
He also personally saw to the replacement of the Third National flags
in Hollywood Cemetery. His last communication to me before he died was
to make sure we had received new flags for that purpose and to ask me to
make sure they were replaced. I honestly cannot remember a time that I
asked something of Barry and he said "no". He was ALWAYS willing to go
and do whatever was needed.
He enjoyed a good cigar, a good hot dog, and spending time alone in cemeteries with "his boys", as he called our veterans.
He was ALWAYS an encourager. If I ever got down or feeling a little
defeated, he was quick to send encouragement, usually laced in
scripture, and get me back on focus.
He also had the ability to produce, without argument, the loudest, most
fierce rendition of the Rebel Yell of anyone I have EVER known.
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