Leslie Ben "Lucky" Cannady

Leslie Ben Cannady (Lucky)

Leslie Cannady, was born on October 12, 1950 in Paris Texas to Ben Elick and Lucy Brown Cannady. Leslie married Patricia Gay on February 2, 1978 in Paris, Texas. They resided in Florida, Texas and Idaho. Leslie retired from Cannady Painting after 47 years of service. He enjoyed fishing, going to church, reading the Bible, and old war and western movies. He was a member of the Christian Church and enjoyed giving back to Christian Charities.

A graveside committal service will be held on Monday, August 30, 2021, at 2 p.m. at the Idaho State Veterans Cemetery.

Lucky, Leslie, Daddy. Those were the names he was known as. But most importantly he was known as Papa. Growing up he was always in our lives. He was able to live a long happy life, he saw his oldest have his first daughter, and then came my little brother. He got to see his second child have his two beautiful children. Sadly he didn’t see his daughters kids be born but thankfully a month before he passed he got to meet them on video chat and see their smiles. Lastly he got to see his youngest get married. He sadly will never be able to meet his grandkids from his youngest nor will he meet his great-grandkids, but they will know him. We will forever tell the next generation about a man who would always make us laugh whether it be because he was talking too fast or he didn’t have his teeth. But I will always cherish the memories with him. I remember a camping trip, it was a while ago and we went to Payette (his favorite spot) and Payton my little brother just got done growing in all his teeth. And I remember my grandfather calling him beaver boy. We couldn’t stop laughing. I will never forget when he would toss the Bible to me, cause he couldn’t read a certain section. Or all the Happy Birthday’s and him saying “I’m older than dirt”, when I would ask his age. I will miss him saying I didn’t need to wear makeup cause I was already beautiful. Or that I need to stop growing. All the play fights and teasing we did back and forth will forever be missed. Our home is a lot more quiet with you gone, but doesn’t mean our memories with you don’t scream louder than a drill Sgt at bootcamp.

On this day we bow our heads in honor of a fallen soldier.

We love you Papa. May we meet again someday.