Leslie "Les" Franklin Siclari

Leslie “Les” Franklin Siclari, 66, of Kingsport, Tennessee, passed away on July 9, 2026.

Born on November 20, 1959, in Buffalo, New York, Les was the son of the late Franklin Dominic Siclari and Nancy Geer Siclari Phelps.

Les was a devoted family man. He was a professional commercial driver by trade, he was also a handyman who could rebuild almost anything (and occasionally break things, too!).

Adventure defined much of Les’s life. He loved motocross, hang gliding, and never turned down a thrill. His favorite song, Learning to Fly by Tom Petty, perfectly reflected his adventurous spirit and his love of soaring through the sky.

When his health allowed, Les faithfully attended Hope Community Church – Camp Hope, where he enjoyed his walk with God and the fellowship.

In addition to his parents, Les was preceded in death by his first wife and mother of his children, Christine A. Siclari (Lendaki), and his stepfather, Daniel Phelps.

He leaves behind his wife, Annabelle Siclari; his son, Derrick Christopher Siclari and wife, Jordan; his daughter, Megan Siclari Roberts and husband, Randall “Chris”; and his twin grandchildren, Christian and Magnolia Roberts.

In accordance with Les’s wishes, no formal services will be held at this time.

In lieu of flowers, the family invites you to honor Les by sharing your favorite memory. His stories, laughter, adventurous heart, and love for his family will continue to live on through everyone who knew him.

Children shared:

Derrick’s shared moment:

“My memories with Dad were the simple ones. We spent hours at the RC race track in Greenville, where he’d lend a hand, and enjoy every minute informing me how I could race better with the Nitrous RC car (laughing). Many fishing trips together, when sis would not catch anything he would play volleyball with her.

One moment I won’t forget was when I bought my first F250. Dad was there with me, making sure I found the right one and sharing in the emotions of that milestone. Looking back, that’s who he was—he didn’t just show up for the big moments; he made some kind of effort to be in all moments.”

Megan’s shared moment:

“One of my favorite memories with Dad was our Father/Daughter Camp. We spent an entire day at the pool—just the two of us—and to me, there wasn’t a better place to be.

As I got older, he showed up in the ways that mattered and I didn’t even know they mattered. One day I called and said, “Dad, I just need to ride the back roads someone and blast some music.” He didn’t ask questions—he just showed up to go! That was Dad.

During a fishing and camping trip under the Hugh B. Day Bridge, Dad ate what seemed like his weight in McDonald’s apple pies before falling asleep and snoring louder than a goose. His snoring woke us up in the middle of the night, so we crawled out of the tent and I looked up just in time to see my very first shooting star. I didn’t see it with Dad—but if it hadn’t been for his legendary snoring, I probably wouldn’t have seen it at all.

Dad had a way of turning ordinary simple moments into unforgettable memories, and I’ll treasure those moments and miss him forever.”