Isaac William Smith, age 20, died in a car accident in Greenville, SC on June 3, 2019.

Isaac was born to loving parents Carl Andrew Smith and Dorothy Irene Sturman on October 21, 1998 in Greenville, South Carolina. He swam on the Foxcroft swim team for twelve years and made many loyal friends. He graduated from Eastside High School in 2017. Isaac achieved the rank of Eagle Scout with the Boy Scouts of America and was a member of Troop 770.

What his loved ones will remember about him is his character. Isaac was an incredibly hard worker and was not afraid to get his hands dirty. He worked multiple jobs during and after high school, including his current job at Summit Solar installing solar panels. Isaac loved his job and the people at Summit Solar. Though he had career aspirations and worked hard to achieve his goals, he never defined himself by his job.

Isaac loved comic books, nature, literature, philosophy, and comedy. He was the initiator of many giggle fits. Whether it was a random toddler in a restaurant bored in his booster seat or a group of close friends or family members, Isaac knew how to get people laughing. His sense of humor brightened our lives and tightened our abdominals.

Isaac had the capacity to love with ardency. He was a romantic. He was fiercely loyal and loved deeply and enduringly. If he loved you, he had your back. He loved children and they could tell, which made them love him. And he gave the tightest, most genuine hugs.

Isaac was deliberate and intentional. With a brilliant and philosophical mind, he loved to contemplate the meaning of life and the world around him. He had a talent for writing poetry, and many were blessed by his articulate use of words.

Isaac is survived by his parents, Carl Andrew Smith and Dorothy Irene Sturman, and his four siblings: Hannah Irene Smith, Grace Marina (Smith) DeBaltzo, Caleb John Smith, and Roma Rose Smith.

Isaac's influence will continue to be felt in the world. His love of books and his love of children remain in the forefront of our minds. In lieu of flowers, please consider making a donation in Isaac's honor to Ferst Readers , a charity that helps books find their way to children.

A memorial service will be held for Isaac at Conestee Park (840 Mauldin Road, Greenville, SC) at 7:00pm on Friday, June 7, 2019. Please join us as we remember the joy and laughter that Isaac brought into our lives. Dress is very casual - come as you are.

Mourning

By Isaac Smith

No one mourns the miser

Despite his stores of wealth

So make yourself the wiser

And keep your trophies on the shelf

With your body falls your stature

Even if cities bear your name

No one mourns the man

Who solely cared for fame

The masses mourn the martyrs

And those who truly cared

The souls and hearts you touch

Your stories they shall care

Money can be stolen

And buildings they can burn

The only thing time dare not decay

Is respect that's truly earned

For victors pen down history

So the truth may not be known

Experience and memory

Are all you truly own

Your foes may break your body

Or force your hand to fold

Yet your past remains untouched

Your actions made from young to old

You cannot force emotion

True love cannot be bought

If you must rule with love or fear

Choose the battle harder fought

True power does not come with force

Or holding life within your palms

With the moment that you turn your back

Comes a storm you cannot calm

The greatest leaders ever made

Have not need for arms or wealth

Their men will march to any foe

Despite the hazards to their health

A loyal man fights fiercely

More than any hired hand

As there is no greater fear in life

Than the wrath of an honest man

Virtue turns men to heroes

Allowing farmers to win wars

For home and kin they hold steadfast

Against never-ending hordes

If I ever charge to battle

And fearful odds I face

I would rather stand with brothers

Than the most well trained in their place

A man fighting for his life

Though formidable he may seem

Not the smallest candle can he hold

To those who fight for others dreams

The one who fights for the helpless

Will brave the gates of hell

Standing firm against the devils might

His soul he will never sell

He charges with the hopes of thousands

With total surety of his choice

And when his final breath's relieved

He will not fear the reapers voice

As his flag is folded

And his casket lowered down

Millions cry in mourning

And in heaven he is crowned

If each life was put to a story

What is the part you'd play

Will others words become you

Or will you fear for what they say

For more of Isaac's poetry, visit https://allpoetry.com/Isaac_Smith .