ABOUT THE COMPANY NAME
Roy Lee was my dad’s name.
He was a gentle soul, and taught me so much
by his quiet example.
While I am very active in the music business, I also provide care on a regular basis. My dad instilled that in me – to reach out and help when I can.
One of my first vivid memories of my dad was when I was probably 8 or 9 years old. We were getting ready for a family vacation, and had all of our suitcases on the driveway. The trunk was open, and he stood quietly, looking at the luggage all spread out, then looking at the trunk. He did that several times, then started putting all the luggage in the trunk. And it all fit perfectly!
That was quite a feat, considering there were seven of us in a two-door car, heading out for a long vacation.
From what I remember, we also had a few things, like an ice chest, in the floor board behind the front seat, which made for a table of sorts for us kids to play games on.
Somehow, all my life, I’ve been able to look at luggage, equipment, furniture, or boxes and know if they would fit into a certain space. And I’ve been able to make the best practical use of any given space.
I also remember spending time sitting on the driveway, even into my teenage years, as Dad worked on our car.
I would hand him whichever tool he asked for, and was incessant with the questions. “What does that round thing connect to?” “Why do they call it a crescent wrench?” “How does that part work?” “What makes it go?”
And he was always so patient with his answers.
I learned a lot from my dad, and have surprised people through the years with the ability to figure something out, or to fix things. For the spacially challenged, I have been able to create new spaces from old ones, by simply rearranging, or de-cluttering the area.
From him I’ve also learned compassion, and how to see the world through another’s eyes. My heart has always been drawn to special people – children, the elderly, and the physically, mentally, emotionally, or socially challenged.
In high school I cared for a young girl who had MD, and was confined to a wheelchair. When I moved to Nashville, I ended up working in a mental health office for nearly ten years. Later I had elder care clients, both wheelchair bound, who needed help with daily tasks, and occasionally I’d drive them to the grocery store, or to pick up their meds. Through the years when several friends needed a little help, I provided post-surgical care. And for the last three years, I’ve helped care for a friend’s mom, who has dementia.
I’ve been honored to provide care for nearly 16 years to a special needs boy, and his gifted sister. And I was blessed to have spent several years in hospice work. Often simply sitting in the quiet, I’ve shared some incredible “soul moments” with many dying people. To me, there’s nothing more sacred than the birth of a baby, or the passing of a loved one…
Caregiving comes easy for me, and I am honored to help people.
And in honor of my dad, I named my business after him.
Here’s the last photo made of us together, in 1990.
He left this world in 1991, but he is still with me, in all that I do.
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