A LOVING TRIBUTE ♥¸.•*´¯♥
(¯`•♥•´¯)☆ ♥ FOR THIS,
*`•.¸(¯`•♥•´¯)¸.•♥♥ OUR
☆ º ` `•.¸.•´ « ♥♥ SPECIAL
... ♫ ♥¸.•*´¯♥ ❤ ANGEL
(¸.•´ (¸.•¨¯`♥`*•.¸
♥ •●۰FOREVER MISSED۰●• ¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸
Ertle Glen Casey, age 83 of Jasper, Arkansas passed away Wednesday, December 5, 2012 at Northwest Medical Center in Springdale, Arkansas.
He was born November 23, 1929 at Parthenon, Arkansas the son of Willie H. and Mary (Henderson) Casey.
Ertle Glen worked construction, was a member of the Lone Beech United Baptist Church and a lifetime resident of Newton County. He loved going to church, visiting with family and friends and gardening. Most of all he loved his family and was very dedicated to them.
He was preceded in death by his parents; one brother, Ertis Casey; one sister, Argie V. Casey and a great-granddaughter, Summer Henderson.
Survivors are his wife, Velma (Reynolds) Casey of the home; one son, Ronny Casey of Harrison, Arkansas; four daughters, Brenda Harrison of Lowell, Arkansas; Glenda Bowman of Springdale, Arkansas; Joyce Breedlove of Deer, Arkansas and Pam Emerson of Jasper, Arkansas; one brother, Chester W. Casey of Wayton, Arkansas; ten grandchildren; thirty great-grandchildren and a host of other family and friends.
Funeral services will be 10 a.m. Saturday, December 8, 2012 at Coffman Funeral Home Chapel in Jasper with Bobby Young and Billy Paul Matlock officiating.
Burial will follow in the Snow Cemetery at Wayton under the direction of Coffman Funeral Home of Jasper.
Pallbearers will be grandsons. Honorary pallbearers will be Coy Lee Essex, Garland Brasel, Roy Brasel, Tommy Davis and John Emerson.
☆¸.✿¸´´¯`•.¸¸.ღ¸ ♥ʚįɞ♥´´¯`•.¸¸.
.♡╰╮. ≀ .╭╯ ☽
. ⌣⌢ (ˆ◡ˆ) ⌢⌣
. ☾ ╭╯˙≀˙╰╮♡
When you remember me,
it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are.
It means that you can summon me back to your mind
even though countless years and miles may stand between us.
It means that if we meet again, you will know me.
It means that even after I die,
you can still see my face and hear my voice
and speak to me in your heart.
For as long as you remember me,
I am never entirely lost.
☆¸.✿¸´´¯`•.¸¸.ღ¸
You live as long as you are remembered.
~ Russian Proverb
(You will 'live' a long, long time in the hearts and memories of so many people)
☆¸.✿¸´´¯`•.¸¸.ღ¸ ♥ʚįɞ♥´´¯`•.¸¸.
Some of my most favorite memories are of the stories that daddy would tell of him and Ertle Glen when they were young men. They both had horses, daddy's horse was named Ginger, I'm sure she was the first love of his life and Ertle Glen's horse was named Patsy. Daddy always talked about what a big horse she was. I never realized just how big she was until Ertle's son, Ronnie, shared a picture on his Facebook page of the two horses with his dad on Patsy.
Both daddy and Ertle Glen were members of the same Masonic Lodge.
I remember one time Ertle Glen and his wife Velma came to daddy and mommie's so daddy could help Ertle study for one of the ceremonies at the lodge. They'd driven about an eighth of a mile down the dirt road we lived on and were going over the details of the ceremony, I'm assuming, since the lodge details were always kept secret. Ronnie and I are about a year in age difference. We came up with the bright idea of sneaking up on our dads and 'listenin' in on the secrets being discussed. We could see really well because it was a bright moon-lit night. It never dawned on us that since we could see so easily we could also BE SEEN just as easily. AND on top of that we both had on light colored shirts so I know we stood out like spot lights on that dirt road. We'd just made it to the back of the car when the engine turned over and the car started. I think we left our shoes sittin there behind that car that night. We made it back to the house in seconds. Daddy and Ertle Glen didn't come back to the house for a while so we thought we'd made it without getting caught. WRONG! When they got back to the house and Ertle and his family had gone home I found out really quickly that we'd been 'busted'. Needless to say mommie 'gave me a talkin to'.... oh how I wish it had only been a talkin to. From the looks I got from Ronnie later on the school bus I gathered he had the same 'talkin to' that I got.
I know that daddy and Ertle saw us sneakin up on them and just sat there til we were right where they wanted us and then started that car. I can hear them laughing now as they watched us tear up the road getting back to the house.
Ertle Glen and Velma would come to daddy and mommie's and play Wa-Hoo, the old version of the board game Aggravation. They'd play for hours. Sometimes a few other couples from there on the mountain would come and they'd play 'set-back', where as long as you kept winning, you kept playing. I remember they always had such fun and us kids would play until we'd all get so tired we couldn't hold our eyes open and we'd end up asleep on beds amongst piles of coats, for they usually always played the longest and latest in winter when there was less work to do the next day in gardens and working the fields.
I have such wonderful memories of this man and his family sprinkled throughout my childhood. Over all the years his children and I have stayed close, like extended family.
God bless you guys, Velma, Brenda, Glenda, Joyce, Ronnie, Pam and all the grandbabies...
I know you miss this beloved man so much.
BJV
12.13.2012
☆¸.✿¸´´¯`•.¸¸.ღ¸ ♥ʚįɞ♥´´¯`•.¸¸.
Heaven is brighter with this new soul joining the family already there.¸¸♥
★ ° ☾ ☆ ¸. ¸ ★ :. • ○ ° ★ . * . .. • ○ ° ★ . • ○ ° ★ ° . • ★ ° . . ☾ °☆ . * ● ¸ . ★ ° :. . • ○ ° ★ Ertle Glen • ★ ° . . ☾ °☆. * . . ° . ● . ° ☾ ° ☆ ¸. ● . ° ☾ ☆ ★ Husband ★ ° ☾ ☆ ¸. ¸ ★ :. . • ○ ° ★ . * . . ¸ . ° ★● ¸ . ¸. Dad * ● ¸ . ° Grandpa ☾ ° ¸. ● ¸ . ★ ° . • ° . . ¸ . ● ¸ ★ ★ ☾ ° ★ . . ° ☆ . ● ¸ . ★ ° . • ○ ° ★ . * . ☾ ° Brother ¸. * ● ¸ ° ☾ ° ☆ . * ¸. ★ ° . • ★ ° ° ☾ ☆. . ☾ ° ☆ Friend . * ● ¸ . ★ ° :. . • ○ ° . * . . ° . ● . ° ☾ ° ☆ ¸. ● . ★ ° . • ★ ° ☾ ☆ ¸. ¸ ★ :. • ○
´¯`•.¸¸.•♪♫♪•.¸¸.•´¯`•.♥
"For everything there is a season,
and a time for every purpose under Heaven:
a time to be born, a time to die,
a time to plant, a time to uproot,
a time to weep, a time to laugh,
a time to grieve, a time to dance"
~ King Solomon (Ecclesiastes 3)
´¯`•.¸¸.•♪♫♪•.¸¸.•´¯`•.♥
Don't Cry for me...
If you could only see where I'm at now, you wouldn't cry for me. All of Heavens Angels met me when I arrived and I was met by Jesus with a loving embrace. I walked side by side with old friends and family alike. Don't cry for me because here there is no trace of sickness or sadness only His loving Grace. The beauty is beyond words and nothing I could say would compare. Don't cry for me because I am in a far better place, with streets of gold just like we were told. So please remember don't cry for me but rather rejoice for I can hear angels sing. Oh, how much peace their voices bring.
by John G. Ward & Matthew E
˜"*°•.˜"*°•.L♥√Ƹ ♥ ԼƠƔЄ ♥ L♥√Ƹ •°*"˜.•°*"˜
♥*•.¸ When they walk through the valley of weeping it will become a place of springs where pools of blessing and refreshment collect after rains ¸.•*♥ Psalms 84:6
╰ღ╮❤╭ღ╯
You can shed tears that I am gone.
Or you can smile because I lived.
You can close your eyes
and pray that I will come back
Or you can open your eyes
and see all that I left.
Your heart can be empty
because you can't see me
Or you can be full
of the love we shared
You can turn your back on tomorrow
and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow
because of yesterday.
You can remember me
and only that I am gone
Or you can cherish my memory
and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what I'd want:
smile,
open your eyes,
love and go on.
ღ
(¯`♥´¯).✫*
`*.¸.* ´* Special Loved One *´¯`•.¸¸. ♥ *
I'm free..
don't grieve for me.
For now I'm free
I'm following the path God laid for me.
I took his hand when I heard him call;
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day
to laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way;
I found that place at the close of day.
If my parting has left a void,
then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss;
Ah yes, these things I too will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow
for I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life's been full, I savored much;
good friends, good times, a loved one's touch.
Perhaps my time seems all too brief;
don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me,
God wanted me now, He set me free."
♥ ~ ԼƠƔЄ ~ ♥
(¯`•♥•´¯)☆ ♥ FOR THIS,
*`•.¸(¯`•♥•´¯)¸.•♥♥ OUR
☆ º ` `•.¸.•´ « ♥♥ SPECIAL
... ♫ ♥¸.•*´¯♥ ❤ ANGEL
(¸.•´ (¸.•¨¯`♥`*•.¸
♥ •●۰FOREVER MISSED۰●• ¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸
Ertle Glen Casey, age 83 of Jasper, Arkansas passed away Wednesday, December 5, 2012 at Northwest Medical Center in Springdale, Arkansas.
He was born November 23, 1929 at Parthenon, Arkansas the son of Willie H. and Mary (Henderson) Casey.
Ertle Glen worked construction, was a member of the Lone Beech United Baptist Church and a lifetime resident of Newton County. He loved going to church, visiting with family and friends and gardening. Most of all he loved his family and was very dedicated to them.
He was preceded in death by his parents; one brother, Ertis Casey; one sister, Argie V. Casey and a great-granddaughter, Summer Henderson.
Survivors are his wife, Velma (Reynolds) Casey of the home; one son, Ronny Casey of Harrison, Arkansas; four daughters, Brenda Harrison of Lowell, Arkansas; Glenda Bowman of Springdale, Arkansas; Joyce Breedlove of Deer, Arkansas and Pam Emerson of Jasper, Arkansas; one brother, Chester W. Casey of Wayton, Arkansas; ten grandchildren; thirty great-grandchildren and a host of other family and friends.
Funeral services will be 10 a.m. Saturday, December 8, 2012 at Coffman Funeral Home Chapel in Jasper with Bobby Young and Billy Paul Matlock officiating.
Burial will follow in the Snow Cemetery at Wayton under the direction of Coffman Funeral Home of Jasper.
Pallbearers will be grandsons. Honorary pallbearers will be Coy Lee Essex, Garland Brasel, Roy Brasel, Tommy Davis and John Emerson.
☆¸.✿¸´´¯`•.¸¸.ღ¸ ♥ʚįɞ♥´´¯`•.¸¸.
.♡╰╮. ≀ .╭╯ ☽
. ⌣⌢ (ˆ◡ˆ) ⌢⌣
. ☾ ╭╯˙≀˙╰╮♡
When you remember me,
it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are.
It means that you can summon me back to your mind
even though countless years and miles may stand between us.
It means that if we meet again, you will know me.
It means that even after I die,
you can still see my face and hear my voice
and speak to me in your heart.
For as long as you remember me,
I am never entirely lost.
☆¸.✿¸´´¯`•.¸¸.ღ¸
You live as long as you are remembered.
~ Russian Proverb
(You will 'live' a long, long time in the hearts and memories of so many people)
☆¸.✿¸´´¯`•.¸¸.ღ¸ ♥ʚįɞ♥´´¯`•.¸¸.
Some of my most favorite memories are of the stories that daddy would tell of him and Ertle Glen when they were young men. They both had horses, daddy's horse was named Ginger, I'm sure she was the first love of his life and Ertle Glen's horse was named Patsy. Daddy always talked about what a big horse she was. I never realized just how big she was until Ertle's son, Ronnie, shared a picture on his Facebook page of the two horses with his dad on Patsy.
Both daddy and Ertle Glen were members of the same Masonic Lodge.
I remember one time Ertle Glen and his wife Velma came to daddy and mommie's so daddy could help Ertle study for one of the ceremonies at the lodge. They'd driven about an eighth of a mile down the dirt road we lived on and were going over the details of the ceremony, I'm assuming, since the lodge details were always kept secret. Ronnie and I are about a year in age difference. We came up with the bright idea of sneaking up on our dads and 'listenin' in on the secrets being discussed. We could see really well because it was a bright moon-lit night. It never dawned on us that since we could see so easily we could also BE SEEN just as easily. AND on top of that we both had on light colored shirts so I know we stood out like spot lights on that dirt road. We'd just made it to the back of the car when the engine turned over and the car started. I think we left our shoes sittin there behind that car that night. We made it back to the house in seconds. Daddy and Ertle Glen didn't come back to the house for a while so we thought we'd made it without getting caught. WRONG! When they got back to the house and Ertle and his family had gone home I found out really quickly that we'd been 'busted'. Needless to say mommie 'gave me a talkin to'.... oh how I wish it had only been a talkin to. From the looks I got from Ronnie later on the school bus I gathered he had the same 'talkin to' that I got.
I know that daddy and Ertle saw us sneakin up on them and just sat there til we were right where they wanted us and then started that car. I can hear them laughing now as they watched us tear up the road getting back to the house.
Ertle Glen and Velma would come to daddy and mommie's and play Wa-Hoo, the old version of the board game Aggravation. They'd play for hours. Sometimes a few other couples from there on the mountain would come and they'd play 'set-back', where as long as you kept winning, you kept playing. I remember they always had such fun and us kids would play until we'd all get so tired we couldn't hold our eyes open and we'd end up asleep on beds amongst piles of coats, for they usually always played the longest and latest in winter when there was less work to do the next day in gardens and working the fields.
I have such wonderful memories of this man and his family sprinkled throughout my childhood. Over all the years his children and I have stayed close, like extended family.
God bless you guys, Velma, Brenda, Glenda, Joyce, Ronnie, Pam and all the grandbabies...
I know you miss this beloved man so much.
BJV
12.13.2012
☆¸.✿¸´´¯`•.¸¸.ღ¸ ♥ʚįɞ♥´´¯`•.¸¸.
Heaven is brighter with this new soul joining the family already there.¸¸♥
★ ° ☾ ☆ ¸. ¸ ★ :. • ○ ° ★ . * . .. • ○ ° ★ . • ○ ° ★ ° . • ★ ° . . ☾ °☆ . * ● ¸ . ★ ° :. . • ○ ° ★ Ertle Glen • ★ ° . . ☾ °☆. * . . ° . ● . ° ☾ ° ☆ ¸. ● . ° ☾ ☆ ★ Husband ★ ° ☾ ☆ ¸. ¸ ★ :. . • ○ ° ★ . * . . ¸ . ° ★● ¸ . ¸. Dad * ● ¸ . ° Grandpa ☾ ° ¸. ● ¸ . ★ ° . • ° . . ¸ . ● ¸ ★ ★ ☾ ° ★ . . ° ☆ . ● ¸ . ★ ° . • ○ ° ★ . * . ☾ ° Brother ¸. * ● ¸ ° ☾ ° ☆ . * ¸. ★ ° . • ★ ° ° ☾ ☆. . ☾ ° ☆ Friend . * ● ¸ . ★ ° :. . • ○ ° . * . . ° . ● . ° ☾ ° ☆ ¸. ● . ★ ° . • ★ ° ☾ ☆ ¸. ¸ ★ :. • ○
´¯`•.¸¸.•♪♫♪•.¸¸.•´¯`•.♥
"For everything there is a season,
and a time for every purpose under Heaven:
a time to be born, a time to die,
a time to plant, a time to uproot,
a time to weep, a time to laugh,
a time to grieve, a time to dance"
~ King Solomon (Ecclesiastes 3)
´¯`•.¸¸.•♪♫♪•.¸¸.•´¯`•.♥
Don't Cry for me...
If you could only see where I'm at now, you wouldn't cry for me. All of Heavens Angels met me when I arrived and I was met by Jesus with a loving embrace. I walked side by side with old friends and family alike. Don't cry for me because here there is no trace of sickness or sadness only His loving Grace. The beauty is beyond words and nothing I could say would compare. Don't cry for me because I am in a far better place, with streets of gold just like we were told. So please remember don't cry for me but rather rejoice for I can hear angels sing. Oh, how much peace their voices bring.
by John G. Ward & Matthew E
˜"*°•.˜"*°•.L♥√Ƹ ♥ ԼƠƔЄ ♥ L♥√Ƹ •°*"˜.•°*"˜
♥*•.¸ When they walk through the valley of weeping it will become a place of springs where pools of blessing and refreshment collect after rains ¸.•*♥ Psalms 84:6
╰ღ╮❤╭ღ╯
You can shed tears that I am gone.
Or you can smile because I lived.
You can close your eyes
and pray that I will come back
Or you can open your eyes
and see all that I left.
Your heart can be empty
because you can't see me
Or you can be full
of the love we shared
You can turn your back on tomorrow
and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow
because of yesterday.
You can remember me
and only that I am gone
Or you can cherish my memory
and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what I'd want:
smile,
open your eyes,
love and go on.
ღ
(¯`♥´¯).✫*
`*.¸.* ´* Special Loved One *´¯`•.¸¸. ♥ *
I'm free..
don't grieve for me.
For now I'm free
I'm following the path God laid for me.
I took his hand when I heard him call;
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day
to laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way;
I found that place at the close of day.
If my parting has left a void,
then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss;
Ah yes, these things I too will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow
for I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life's been full, I savored much;
good friends, good times, a loved one's touch.
Perhaps my time seems all too brief;
don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me,
God wanted me now, He set me free."
♥ ~ ԼƠƔЄ ~ ♥
A LOVING TRIBUTE ♥¸.•*´¯♥
(¯`•♥•´¯)☆ ♥ FOR THIS,
*`•.¸(¯`•♥•´¯)¸.•♥♥ OUR
☆ º ` `•.¸.•´ « ♥♥ SPECIAL
... ♫ ♥¸.•*´¯♥ ❤ ANGEL
(¸.•´ (¸.•¨¯`♥`*•.¸
♥ •●۰FOREVER MISSED۰●• ¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸
Ertle Glen Casey, age 83 of Jasper, Arkansas passed away Wednesday, December 5, 2012 at Northwest Medical Center in Springdale, Arkansas.
He was born November 23, 1929 at Parthenon, Arkansas the son of Willie H. and Mary (Henderson) Casey.
Ertle Glen worked construction, was a member of the Lone Beech United Baptist Church and a lifetime resident of Newton County. He loved going to church, visiting with family and friends and gardening. Most of all he loved his family and was very dedicated to them.
He was preceded in death by his parents; one brother, Ertis Casey; one sister, Argie V. Casey and a great-granddaughter, Summer Henderson.
Survivors are his wife, Velma (Reynolds) Casey of the home; one son, Ronny Casey of Harrison, Arkansas; four daughters, Brenda Harrison of Lowell, Arkansas; Glenda Bowman of Springdale, Arkansas; Joyce Breedlove of Deer, Arkansas and Pam Emerson of Jasper, Arkansas; one brother, Chester W. Casey of Wayton, Arkansas; ten grandchildren; thirty great-grandchildren and a host of other family and friends.
Funeral services will be 10 a.m. Saturday, December 8, 2012 at Coffman Funeral Home Chapel in Jasper with Bobby Young and Billy Paul Matlock officiating.
Burial will follow in the Snow Cemetery at Wayton under the direction of Coffman Funeral Home of Jasper.
Pallbearers will be grandsons. Honorary pallbearers will be Coy Lee Essex, Garland Brasel, Roy Brasel, Tommy Davis and John Emerson.
☆¸.✿¸´´¯`•.¸¸.ღ¸ ♥ʚįɞ♥´´¯`•.¸¸.
.♡╰╮. ≀ .╭╯ ☽
. ⌣⌢ (ˆ◡ˆ) ⌢⌣
. ☾ ╭╯˙≀˙╰╮♡
When you remember me,
it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are.
It means that you can summon me back to your mind
even though countless years and miles may stand between us.
It means that if we meet again, you will know me.
It means that even after I die,
you can still see my face and hear my voice
and speak to me in your heart.
For as long as you remember me,
I am never entirely lost.
☆¸.✿¸´´¯`•.¸¸.ღ¸
You live as long as you are remembered.
~ Russian Proverb
(You will 'live' a long, long time in the hearts and memories of so many people)
☆¸.✿¸´´¯`•.¸¸.ღ¸ ♥ʚįɞ♥´´¯`•.¸¸.
Some of my most favorite memories are of the stories that daddy would tell of him and Ertle Glen when they were young men. They both had horses, daddy's horse was named Ginger, I'm sure she was the first love of his life and Ertle Glen's horse was named Patsy. Daddy always talked about what a big horse she was. I never realized just how big she was until Ertle's son, Ronnie, shared a picture on his Facebook page of the two horses with his dad on Patsy.
Both daddy and Ertle Glen were members of the same Masonic Lodge.
I remember one time Ertle Glen and his wife Velma came to daddy and mommie's so daddy could help Ertle study for one of the ceremonies at the lodge. They'd driven about an eighth of a mile down the dirt road we lived on and were going over the details of the ceremony, I'm assuming, since the lodge details were always kept secret. Ronnie and I are about a year in age difference. We came up with the bright idea of sneaking up on our dads and 'listenin' in on the secrets being discussed. We could see really well because it was a bright moon-lit night. It never dawned on us that since we could see so easily we could also BE SEEN just as easily. AND on top of that we both had on light colored shirts so I know we stood out like spot lights on that dirt road. We'd just made it to the back of the car when the engine turned over and the car started. I think we left our shoes sittin there behind that car that night. We made it back to the house in seconds. Daddy and Ertle Glen didn't come back to the house for a while so we thought we'd made it without getting caught. WRONG! When they got back to the house and Ertle and his family had gone home I found out really quickly that we'd been 'busted'. Needless to say mommie 'gave me a talkin to'.... oh how I wish it had only been a talkin to. From the looks I got from Ronnie later on the school bus I gathered he had the same 'talkin to' that I got.
I know that daddy and Ertle saw us sneakin up on them and just sat there til we were right where they wanted us and then started that car. I can hear them laughing now as they watched us tear up the road getting back to the house.
Ertle Glen and Velma would come to daddy and mommie's and play Wa-Hoo, the old version of the board game Aggravation. They'd play for hours. Sometimes a few other couples from there on the mountain would come and they'd play 'set-back', where as long as you kept winning, you kept playing. I remember they always had such fun and us kids would play until we'd all get so tired we couldn't hold our eyes open and we'd end up asleep on beds amongst piles of coats, for they usually always played the longest and latest in winter when there was less work to do the next day in gardens and working the fields.
I have such wonderful memories of this man and his family sprinkled throughout my childhood. Over all the years his children and I have stayed close, like extended family.
God bless you guys, Velma, Brenda, Glenda, Joyce, Ronnie, Pam and all the grandbabies...
I know you miss this beloved man so much.
BJV
12.13.2012
☆¸.✿¸´´¯`•.¸¸.ღ¸ ♥ʚįɞ♥´´¯`•.¸¸.
Heaven is brighter with this new soul joining the family already there.¸¸♥
★ ° ☾ ☆ ¸. ¸ ★ :. • ○ ° ★ . * . .. • ○ ° ★ . • ○ ° ★ ° . • ★ ° . . ☾ °☆ . * ● ¸ . ★ ° :. . • ○ ° ★ Ertle Glen • ★ ° . . ☾ °☆. * . . ° . ● . ° ☾ ° ☆ ¸. ● . ° ☾ ☆ ★ Husband ★ ° ☾ ☆ ¸. ¸ ★ :. . • ○ ° ★ . * . . ¸ . ° ★● ¸ . ¸. Dad * ● ¸ . ° Grandpa ☾ ° ¸. ● ¸ . ★ ° . • ° . . ¸ . ● ¸ ★ ★ ☾ ° ★ . . ° ☆ . ● ¸ . ★ ° . • ○ ° ★ . * . ☾ ° Brother ¸. * ● ¸ ° ☾ ° ☆ . * ¸. ★ ° . • ★ ° ° ☾ ☆. . ☾ ° ☆ Friend . * ● ¸ . ★ ° :. . • ○ ° . * . . ° . ● . ° ☾ ° ☆ ¸. ● . ★ ° . • ★ ° ☾ ☆ ¸. ¸ ★ :. • ○
´¯`•.¸¸.•♪♫♪•.¸¸.•´¯`•.♥
"For everything there is a season,
and a time for every purpose under Heaven:
a time to be born, a time to die,
a time to plant, a time to uproot,
a time to weep, a time to laugh,
a time to grieve, a time to dance"
~ King Solomon (Ecclesiastes 3)
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Don't Cry for me...
If you could only see where I'm at now, you wouldn't cry for me. All of Heavens Angels met me when I arrived and I was met by Jesus with a loving embrace. I walked side by side with old friends and family alike. Don't cry for me because here there is no trace of sickness or sadness only His loving Grace. The beauty is beyond words and nothing I could say would compare. Don't cry for me because I am in a far better place, with streets of gold just like we were told. So please remember don't cry for me but rather rejoice for I can hear angels sing. Oh, how much peace their voices bring.
by John G. Ward & Matthew E
˜"*°•.˜"*°•.L♥√Ƹ ♥ ԼƠƔЄ ♥ L♥√Ƹ •°*"˜.•°*"˜
♥*•.¸ When they walk through the valley of weeping it will become a place of springs where pools of blessing and refreshment collect after rains ¸.•*♥ Psalms 84:6
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You can shed tears that I am gone.
Or you can smile because I lived.
You can close your eyes
and pray that I will come back
Or you can open your eyes
and see all that I left.
Your heart can be empty
because you can't see me
Or you can be full
of the love we shared
You can turn your back on tomorrow
and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow
because of yesterday.
You can remember me
and only that I am gone
Or you can cherish my memory
and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what I'd want:
smile,
open your eyes,
love and go on.
ღ
(¯`♥´¯).✫*
`*.¸.* ´* Special Loved One *´¯`•.¸¸. ♥ *
I'm free..
don't grieve for me.
For now I'm free
I'm following the path God laid for me.
I took his hand when I heard him call;
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day
to laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way;
I found that place at the close of day.
If my parting has left a void,
then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss;
Ah yes, these things I too will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow
for I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life's been full, I savored much;
good friends, good times, a loved one's touch.
Perhaps my time seems all too brief;
don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me,
God wanted me now, He set me free."
♥ ~ ԼƠƔЄ ~ ♥
(¯`•♥•´¯)☆ ♥ FOR THIS,
*`•.¸(¯`•♥•´¯)¸.•♥♥ OUR
☆ º ` `•.¸.•´ « ♥♥ SPECIAL
... ♫ ♥¸.•*´¯♥ ❤ ANGEL
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♥ •●۰FOREVER MISSED۰●• ¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸
Ertle Glen Casey, age 83 of Jasper, Arkansas passed away Wednesday, December 5, 2012 at Northwest Medical Center in Springdale, Arkansas.
He was born November 23, 1929 at Parthenon, Arkansas the son of Willie H. and Mary (Henderson) Casey.
Ertle Glen worked construction, was a member of the Lone Beech United Baptist Church and a lifetime resident of Newton County. He loved going to church, visiting with family and friends and gardening. Most of all he loved his family and was very dedicated to them.
He was preceded in death by his parents; one brother, Ertis Casey; one sister, Argie V. Casey and a great-granddaughter, Summer Henderson.
Survivors are his wife, Velma (Reynolds) Casey of the home; one son, Ronny Casey of Harrison, Arkansas; four daughters, Brenda Harrison of Lowell, Arkansas; Glenda Bowman of Springdale, Arkansas; Joyce Breedlove of Deer, Arkansas and Pam Emerson of Jasper, Arkansas; one brother, Chester W. Casey of Wayton, Arkansas; ten grandchildren; thirty great-grandchildren and a host of other family and friends.
Funeral services will be 10 a.m. Saturday, December 8, 2012 at Coffman Funeral Home Chapel in Jasper with Bobby Young and Billy Paul Matlock officiating.
Burial will follow in the Snow Cemetery at Wayton under the direction of Coffman Funeral Home of Jasper.
Pallbearers will be grandsons. Honorary pallbearers will be Coy Lee Essex, Garland Brasel, Roy Brasel, Tommy Davis and John Emerson.
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.♡╰╮. ≀ .╭╯ ☽
. ⌣⌢ (ˆ◡ˆ) ⌢⌣
. ☾ ╭╯˙≀˙╰╮♡
When you remember me,
it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are.
It means that you can summon me back to your mind
even though countless years and miles may stand between us.
It means that if we meet again, you will know me.
It means that even after I die,
you can still see my face and hear my voice
and speak to me in your heart.
For as long as you remember me,
I am never entirely lost.
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You live as long as you are remembered.
~ Russian Proverb
(You will 'live' a long, long time in the hearts and memories of so many people)
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Some of my most favorite memories are of the stories that daddy would tell of him and Ertle Glen when they were young men. They both had horses, daddy's horse was named Ginger, I'm sure she was the first love of his life and Ertle Glen's horse was named Patsy. Daddy always talked about what a big horse she was. I never realized just how big she was until Ertle's son, Ronnie, shared a picture on his Facebook page of the two horses with his dad on Patsy.
Both daddy and Ertle Glen were members of the same Masonic Lodge.
I remember one time Ertle Glen and his wife Velma came to daddy and mommie's so daddy could help Ertle study for one of the ceremonies at the lodge. They'd driven about an eighth of a mile down the dirt road we lived on and were going over the details of the ceremony, I'm assuming, since the lodge details were always kept secret. Ronnie and I are about a year in age difference. We came up with the bright idea of sneaking up on our dads and 'listenin' in on the secrets being discussed. We could see really well because it was a bright moon-lit night. It never dawned on us that since we could see so easily we could also BE SEEN just as easily. AND on top of that we both had on light colored shirts so I know we stood out like spot lights on that dirt road. We'd just made it to the back of the car when the engine turned over and the car started. I think we left our shoes sittin there behind that car that night. We made it back to the house in seconds. Daddy and Ertle Glen didn't come back to the house for a while so we thought we'd made it without getting caught. WRONG! When they got back to the house and Ertle and his family had gone home I found out really quickly that we'd been 'busted'. Needless to say mommie 'gave me a talkin to'.... oh how I wish it had only been a talkin to. From the looks I got from Ronnie later on the school bus I gathered he had the same 'talkin to' that I got.
I know that daddy and Ertle saw us sneakin up on them and just sat there til we were right where they wanted us and then started that car. I can hear them laughing now as they watched us tear up the road getting back to the house.
Ertle Glen and Velma would come to daddy and mommie's and play Wa-Hoo, the old version of the board game Aggravation. They'd play for hours. Sometimes a few other couples from there on the mountain would come and they'd play 'set-back', where as long as you kept winning, you kept playing. I remember they always had such fun and us kids would play until we'd all get so tired we couldn't hold our eyes open and we'd end up asleep on beds amongst piles of coats, for they usually always played the longest and latest in winter when there was less work to do the next day in gardens and working the fields.
I have such wonderful memories of this man and his family sprinkled throughout my childhood. Over all the years his children and I have stayed close, like extended family.
God bless you guys, Velma, Brenda, Glenda, Joyce, Ronnie, Pam and all the grandbabies...
I know you miss this beloved man so much.
BJV
12.13.2012
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Heaven is brighter with this new soul joining the family already there.¸¸♥
★ ° ☾ ☆ ¸. ¸ ★ :. • ○ ° ★ . * . .. • ○ ° ★ . • ○ ° ★ ° . • ★ ° . . ☾ °☆ . * ● ¸ . ★ ° :. . • ○ ° ★ Ertle Glen • ★ ° . . ☾ °☆. * . . ° . ● . ° ☾ ° ☆ ¸. ● . ° ☾ ☆ ★ Husband ★ ° ☾ ☆ ¸. ¸ ★ :. . • ○ ° ★ . * . . ¸ . ° ★● ¸ . ¸. Dad * ● ¸ . ° Grandpa ☾ ° ¸. ● ¸ . ★ ° . • ° . . ¸ . ● ¸ ★ ★ ☾ ° ★ . . ° ☆ . ● ¸ . ★ ° . • ○ ° ★ . * . ☾ ° Brother ¸. * ● ¸ ° ☾ ° ☆ . * ¸. ★ ° . • ★ ° ° ☾ ☆. . ☾ ° ☆ Friend . * ● ¸ . ★ ° :. . • ○ ° . * . . ° . ● . ° ☾ ° ☆ ¸. ● . ★ ° . • ★ ° ☾ ☆ ¸. ¸ ★ :. • ○
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"For everything there is a season,
and a time for every purpose under Heaven:
a time to be born, a time to die,
a time to plant, a time to uproot,
a time to weep, a time to laugh,
a time to grieve, a time to dance"
~ King Solomon (Ecclesiastes 3)
´¯`•.¸¸.•♪♫♪•.¸¸.•´¯`•.♥
Don't Cry for me...
If you could only see where I'm at now, you wouldn't cry for me. All of Heavens Angels met me when I arrived and I was met by Jesus with a loving embrace. I walked side by side with old friends and family alike. Don't cry for me because here there is no trace of sickness or sadness only His loving Grace. The beauty is beyond words and nothing I could say would compare. Don't cry for me because I am in a far better place, with streets of gold just like we were told. So please remember don't cry for me but rather rejoice for I can hear angels sing. Oh, how much peace their voices bring.
by John G. Ward & Matthew E
˜"*°•.˜"*°•.L♥√Ƹ ♥ ԼƠƔЄ ♥ L♥√Ƹ •°*"˜.•°*"˜
♥*•.¸ When they walk through the valley of weeping it will become a place of springs where pools of blessing and refreshment collect after rains ¸.•*♥ Psalms 84:6
╰ღ╮❤╭ღ╯
You can shed tears that I am gone.
Or you can smile because I lived.
You can close your eyes
and pray that I will come back
Or you can open your eyes
and see all that I left.
Your heart can be empty
because you can't see me
Or you can be full
of the love we shared
You can turn your back on tomorrow
and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow
because of yesterday.
You can remember me
and only that I am gone
Or you can cherish my memory
and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what I'd want:
smile,
open your eyes,
love and go on.
ღ
(¯`♥´¯).✫*
`*.¸.* ´* Special Loved One *´¯`•.¸¸. ♥ *
I'm free..
don't grieve for me.
For now I'm free
I'm following the path God laid for me.
I took his hand when I heard him call;
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day
to laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way;
I found that place at the close of day.
If my parting has left a void,
then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss;
Ah yes, these things I too will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow
for I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life's been full, I savored much;
good friends, good times, a loved one's touch.
Perhaps my time seems all too brief;
don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me,
God wanted me now, He set me free."
♥ ~ ԼƠƔЄ ~ ♥
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