In Loving Memory of
Allen Leon Jeralds, Jr.
Brought to us: Given to God:
May 4th, 1950 August 14th, 1998
Survived by his loving wife, LuAnn, his precious sons, Allen III, Timothy, and Justin, his family and friends.
"The Greatest Gift of All"
I have been taking the time to reflect on my relationship with my Uncle Allen recently. Time to remember, time to rejoice in those memories, and time to honour and admire him for the wonderful man he was. My first thought concerning my Uncle was that he gave the greatest gifts. A childish notion that while simple, shone with honesty and the innocence of a grieving niece. There was never a holiday where I didn't look forward to seeing his bright smile and feeling his scratchy beard as I ran to give him a kiss. I looked forward to hearing his laugh and sharing in his humor. When I was younger I looked forward to unwrapping that carefully selected gift for a young, adoring niece. As I got older I looked forward to the hugs and the laughter and put gifts aside for adult things like conversation and coffee. But now I realize that he truly did give the greatest gifts. Walkmans and Barbie dolls and nifty watches aside, what he truly gave me was himself. His spark, his laugh, his love for life and for his family and friends, his compassion for humanity. He gave us his precious laughter and his unwavering strength. He gave me the chance to believe in myself because he believed in me and should I forget, I had but to look in his eyes and see his love shining through them. The greatest gift my Uncle has given me was of himself.
I rejoice in knowing that his suffering has come to an end, but my tears still flow in deep rivers. I cry because we're suffering the loss of a great man. I cry because I am one of God's most impatient children. Impatient because I know I will be with you on streets of gold one day, dear Uncle, but until then I'm here without you. I cry for my family, because we cant understand His ways and sometimes we need to ask why and when given an answer, cry anyhow. I cry because I miss you. But I hold my chin up and my head high because I know you would expect me to, and I want you to be proud and take joy in the knowledge that I'm learning, slowly, to be strong, like you. But there is joy beyond those tears. Joy and gratitude. I thank the Lord for each day you spent here with us, every blessing bestowed on us by your presence. They say that we dont always understand Gods plans, and I agree, but Heaven can only part with His angels for so long and as much of a blessing as your life has been to us here on earth, let it be tenfold to Him in Heaven. The Lord keeps you now, as He keeps all of His children in His embrace and those as wonderful and precious as you, Uncle Allen He holds closest to His heart.
May you bless the angels in Heaven as you've blessed us here on earth.
With Love for Eternity,
Your adoring niece, Shannon