Frantz Davilmar

November 12, 1982 - July 19, 2017

11/12/1982 - 07/19/2017

Past Services

Cemetery
Saturday July 29, 2017
Princess Anne Memorial Park
1110 N. Great Neck Rd.
Virginia Beach, VA 23454
757-481-1097 | Directions
Visitation
Saturday July 29, 2017
9:30 am
Potter's House Church of Norfolk
6820 N. Military Hwy
Norfolk, VA 23518
757-200-5300 | Directions
Service
Saturday July 29, 2017
10:30 am
Potter's House Church of Norfolk
6820 N. Military Hwy
Norfolk, VA 23518
757-200-5300 | Directions

34, born in Au Cap, Haiti, on November 12, 1982, was received in his Heavenly Fathers arms on July 19, 2017. He is remembered as an amazing husband of 15 years to Esther Davilmar. A loving, protective father to three daughters; Nyema S. Davilmar, Razilee J. Davilmar, Zeeana A. Davilmar. Son of Tidjo and mother Charity Davilmar. Sibling to two brothers and two sisters. And a friend to all.
Remembered by many for his contagious smile, strong handshakes, and unshakable faith. He was an inspiration to all who met him. Fulfilling his purpose in glorifying his father in heaven.
In lieu of flowers, memorial gifts may be made to help the family in this time of need by clicking HERE. The Altmeyer Funeral Home-Southside Chapel is assisting the family with arrangements. Online condolences may be expressed by clicking the “post a condolence” button.
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Admin
6 years ago

Middle school and recently

Admin
6 years ago

Amy, Kim, and Frantz…..

Admin
6 years ago

KIM, FRANTZ, AND ME

Admin
6 years ago

Frantz you will Forever be in my heart.

Admin
6 years ago

My friend forever.

Nyema Davilmar
6 years ago

This was my dad

TK
6 years ago

I met Frantz in Elem and his wife Esther in Middle School .. Frantz is an awesome person he cracks me up when he would do that one raised brow look all the time – we would walk home everyday in middle school and talk about Esther and how he will marry her one day – sometimes I would help him pass his love notes to Esther LOL !! I am beyond happy that I knew a good family man! My friend Esther – love you and the girls – please text or call if you need anything. RIP Frantz take care homie

Olivia (Vittoria -HP)
6 years ago

Dear Esther,

My sympathies… :(. I wanted to let you know that we are many who are still praying for you and your family and hope you are lifted up by God’s hand during this difficult trial. Esther despite this painful trial, may prayer for you is that the Holy Spirit keeps your faith strong and for your daughters to grow up in the fear of the Lord and under the protection of the shadow of the Almighty. May the peace and strength of the Lord be with you.

Psalm 73:26New King James Version (NKJV)

My flesh and my heart fail;
But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.

Sincerely and with love in Christ,

LTC Bryan Mitchell
6 years ago

A great Sailor who helped many Service Members from AFRICOM. A true professional of the military arts and great American!

Mike Young
6 years ago

The Merriam-Webster’s
Definition of compassion
• : sympathetic consciousness of others’ distress together with a desire to alleviate it
• The Bible describes compassion in multiple ways. 
“Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute… defend the rights of the poor and needy.”
‭‭(Proverbs‬ ‭31:8-9‬ ‭NIV‬‬)
“Therefore if there is any encouragement in Christ, if there is any consolation of love, if there is any fellowship of the Spirit, if any affection and compassion, make my joy complete by being of the same mind, maintaining the same love, united in spirit, intent on one purpose. Do nothing from selfishness or empty conceit, but with humility of mind regard one another as more important than yourselves; do not merely look out for your own personal interests, but also for the interests of others.”
‭‭(Philippians‬ ‭2:1-4‬ ‭NASB‬‬)
“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.”
‭‭(II Corinthians‬ ‭1:3-4‬ ‭NKJV‬‬)
My brother Frantz believe it or not, was one of the most compassionate people I’ve ever known. With nick name like “Hard Body” ( in which I gave to him many years ago) you’re probably thinking to yourselves… Like hold up… Wait ah minute… That doesn’t sound compassionate. If you looked at him. His whole disposition was hard and very masculine. His facial expression, the way he moved, the way he talked, & of course his one of a kind hand shake. Now I bring up that hand shake because that hand shake almost caused at fight between the two of us. That I’m not sure he was aware of. 
When me and my family started to attended the “Potters House Norfolk” we were new to the church but had been in the fellowship for the past 6-7yrs. I met Frantz at a Saturday Night Live that we would have at church with on stage performances with skits, songs, & poetry. The overhead lights were out and the only lighting that was being used was focused on the stage where people were performing. As I moved through the crowd trying to find a seat, Frantz runs slam into me. And not in welcoming fashion. Further more we had a bigger issue. He had stepped on my brand new Nike Air Jordan sneakers. I looked at him and he said “YO! YOU BELIEVE IN GOD SON! YOU GOT A CHURCH HOME! YOU WANNA GET SAVED!” and he was very sincere. I wasn’t thinking about the Lord or the fact we were in church. I was about to knock this joker out. But I explained to him that yes I believe in God, that I am saved, and that I actually am a new member of this church. His response was “AIGHT! FAMILY JUST CHECKING!” And he reached his hand out and grabbed my hand. Notice I said grabbed. And my hands are a lot bigger than his. But when he grabbed my hand I think it shrunk about two sizes because of how firm a grip he had. It was almost like my hand was caught in a vise and he pulls me in for a man hug at the same time. Only to give me a thudding pound on my back.
From that point every time we seen each other it was almost if we were in competition. Trying to see who could shake the others hand the fastest and the hardest. It was he and his family that were close to me and family. They welcomed us over for fellowship and every Sunday they’d invite us to sit with them. 
Over the years we grew close. So close that my sister, his wife Esther had changed my name in his phone from Mike Young to BFF for life. Our relationship grew again by him opening up to me and sharing very personal things about his life. He wasn’t afraid to share with me his short comings, his faults, and failures. In part I did the same. Never once did we judge one another or look at one another any differently. Just like brothers would do. 
Three days before his passing. I had sat with him in his home. He was in a lot of pain. No matter how he tried to lay or get comfortable he was not able to, but he wouldn’t show it. Again I’m talking to him about life and reading the book of Job to him while he laid there. It had began to rain and a vicious storm was rolling in. He also knew I had to work that night. And in-spite of his discomfort he said to me. Man you need to get on your side. Before I left I prayed with him and told him how much I admired him and how much I loved him. He shook his head and said man before you leave do me a favor. Pull my arm for me. It’s starting to cramp up. That was the last time l heard his voice.