Raymond Francis Young, II

It is with heavy hearts that we announce the passing of Raymond Francis Young II on June 8th, 2025, surrounded by his daughter and wife.

Born to Raymond and Marie Young on September 7th, 1959 in Groton, CT. They shortly moved to Macon, GA, where Ray spent most of his life. Graduating from Southwest High School in 1977, he went on to serve 6 years in the U.S. Navy on the Submarine Force as a Missile Technician aboard the U.S.S Woodrow Wilson + U.S.S Simon Lake. In his adulthood, Ray had a successful career as a Realtor ultimately becoming a Certified Commercial Investment Manager. A former partner at the Summit Group, he was involved in developing major shopping centers and convenience stores in the Macon area, Florida and Tennessee. Ray additionally served as an Expert Witness in many cases concerning the finer points of real estate law. In his spare time, you would find Ray hunting or fishing. He wasn’t just an avid outdoorsman, he was one with nature.

In 1997, Ray married Eva Ferguson Young and went on to raise their daughter Morgan Marie Young near the beach in Palm Coast, FL - where they were rich in friendship and known for Ray’s extravagant Super Bowl and July 4th parties.

At the time of his sudden passing, Ray was committed to his newest commercial development in the Andrews + Murphy, NC area, where he’d planned to settle down alongside the beautiful Smoky Mountains. Ray is survived by his Daughter, Morgan Marie Young, Wife, Eva Ferguson Young, Mother, Marie Zambesi Young, Father, Raymond Francis Young I, Brother, Randy Young, Sister, Sheri McCrann, his many nieces and nephews and beloved family friends.

Ray was known in the community for his love of concerts and live music. In lieu of flowers, we ask you to support your Local Music & Arts Programs or Live Music Venues.

“Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

- Dylan Thomas, (1914-1953)

Thank you for raging with me, Dad.