Leslie Ben Cannady (Lucky)
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.
committal service will be held on Monday, August 30, 2021, at 2 p.m. at the
Idaho State Veterans Cemetery.
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.