Arthur Lee Farmer, Jr. “Art” finished his race and went home to be with the Lord August 1, 2018. Art is survived by his best friend and wife Vonnie Farmer, his son who was his pride and joy Arthur III, Stepdaughter Katrina Williams, and Deandre Robinson.

“Tarry” as he was affectionately known by his family was born June 4, 1966 to Rev. Dr. Arthur and Bobby Farmer. He was preceded in death by his grandparents Catherine and Louis Farmer, Blanche and Benjamin Jackson and his uncle Willie “Rudy” Abrams.

He also leaves to cherish his memory two brothers; Tracy (Cloteal), Avery (Bridget), one sister Wendy Young (Tom), five uncles and four aunts; Louis (Wanda), Lawrence (Saundra), Linwood (Charlene) Farmer, Diane DeCordova (Leon), John Abrams and Marion Latney.

His nieces Pennita Morris, Brittany Cobbin, Jessica Ferguson, Ariel Farmer and nephews Tracy Farmer, Jr, Dwayne Ferguson, Jr., Deon Farmer, Jeremiah Farmer and Louis Beavers (Godson) one grandson Kenneth Williams, Jr. four great nieces and four great nephews a Son in Law Kenneth Williams, Sr. many cousins, extended family and friends among them several devoted; Linda Farmer, Marion Abrams, Roy “Rick” Shelton IV, Wayne “Stein” Greene, Tony Harris, and Ron Ray.
Art was full of life and enjoyed it to the fullest. He was an avid runner and weight lifter and prided himself in being physically fit. Art loved to run its when He felt free and closest to God. To quote Art, he had world class speed and was always looking for an opportunity to put someone to the test. He was passionate about helping others to reach their maximum athletic potential.

He loved a good movie and would spend hours watching movies and listening to music. Art loved riding his motorcycles, driving nice cars and listening to the gears as he would drive trucks. Art’s sense of humor was enhanced by his keen sense of detail. He loved to tell stories and put his spin on it and give each character a voice. Art loved to travel, hit the road and explore new places. Art loved is dogs Cole, Lacey and Rampage. Although Art was not the youngest in the family there is no question that he was the baby of the family. He was full of life and commanded the room. Art could be a silly as he could be serious, and his goal was always to leave you better than he found you and he did.