Shawn Whitlock lost his fight on Friday, July 21, 2017 at the age 48. He was born Robert Shawn on January 18, 1969 but was lovingly known as Shawn, Shawnee Boy, Shawnee-G and Grandpa's Little Tiger. He immediately stole everyone's hearts with his big brown eyes and his loving nature. The first eight years of life, he grew up an only child, playing football and loving anything with wheels. He loved to make things faster. He was always fixing something up, from his pedal cars as a small child to his motorized toys as an adult.

Shawn helped take care of his sisters even though he got one after another and all he wanted was a little brother (neither of his parents would comply) but he took it in stride and accepted his sisters, loving them to death. He spent the next 8+ years being hounded every second. He could not get a moment of peace. Shawn even did their hair and nails; not just car guy stuff. He was truly the best big brother.

At age 9, he started delivering papers, but he got his first real job at 15 to buy a car, of course. He cut off his feathered locks and joined the work force as a box boy at Albertson's, then a job at McDonald's but that kind of work was not for him. Shawn moved on to a job at the marina, stripping boats and a reoccurring theme emerged... his love to be covered in dust from sanding. So, the boats later turned into cars and his amazing ability to do bodywork presented itself. He worked for Goodyear and several other businesses in the automotive industry, as well as some unusual jobs: Inno-vac, cleaning air ducts and even moving people with van lines, but he was always an inventor at heart!

When Shawn was 16, he met Hailey and at 20, he popped the question. They married and shortly after, their daughter, Cortney was born; his only child and his biggest joy in life. His previous experience with his sisters came to be a great asset when raising his daughter. He played barbies and hot wheels, bikes, colored, did her hair and nails. He even stitched up her cabbage patch babies when they were attacked by a vicious dog and fixed her spray tan faux pas when she got older. Delighted in his relationship with his baby, he even allowed her to dictate his hair style when she decided it was time for it to be business in the front and the back.

He never seemed to be able to master whispering for someone who's infamous quote was "DONT TELL MOM", or the ability to clean out his extremely thick wallet. Shawn loved to cook (mostly things only he would eat). He also enjoyed music (the louder the better), the saxophone and spending time in his home gym. As his father aged, he took care of him, helping with hospital visits, medications and his daily needs. Shawn was a man with an extremely caring heart and a desire to help everyone he could.

Shawn passed peacefully surrounded by his family. He was preceded in death by his dad, Douglas Whitlock, grandparents, Robert and Esther Morrell and Bill Frakes, brother, Steven Edwards and his father, Robert Frakes.

Shawn is survived in life by his precious daughter, Cortney Whitlock, his mother, Ann Whitlock, sisters, Marla Whitlock, Marsha Whitlock, Sabra Whitlock and Elisia Whitlock Macias, his aunts, Marsha Faamuli and Jeanette Morrell Stock, nephews, James Whitlock and Mykal Whitlock, niece, Shelby Izett, cousin, Zane Faamuli, his grandma, Becky Frakes, aunt, Christy Frakes Soares, uncle, Calhoun Frakes, sisters, Tara Frakes and Maria Frakes, numerous other nieces, nephews and cousins.
Shawn, we will love you forever!