Jack Eugene Brown




This is my dad holding my sister and I.
That is my older brother Stan in front




 

Jack Eugene Brown

My Dad

 Dec 15, 1932 – Mar 27, 1965

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Father What Makes A Dad

 

God took the strength of a mountain, The majesty of a tree,

The warmth of a summer sun, The calm of a quiet sea,

The generous soul of nature, The comforting arm of night,

The wisdom of the ages, The power of the eagle's flight,

The joy of a morning in spring, The faith of a mustard seed,

The patience of eternity, The depth of a family need,

Then God combined these qualities. When there was nothing more to add,

He knew His masterpiece was complete, And so,

He called it ... Dad

Unknown

 






 

This poem was written to Jack Brown after his death by unknown author

(possibly by his wife ‘my mom’ Cleta)

POEM TO DADDY

 

Happy Birthday Daddy

Today on your birthday Daddy, We feel so close to you

Only you could know just how much we cared for you

Since you went home with Jesus it gets so lonely here

But we know you are watching us through every smile and tear

While you were here on this Earth you were so happy and gay

We just couldn’t understand why you were taken away

The five of us are trying, Dad to make you happy and proud

We want to live the way you taught us when we are alone or in a crowd

We still see your smiling face through our pain and happiness too

We know that your hand will guide us in all we say and do

Sometimes life seems so hard to bear without your strength and love

But someday, Dad we will meet again in that wonderful place above

 







My dad was born December 15th  1932 to Welby Brown and Mamie Ballenger

He was actually the third born the two older ones did not live very long.

He joined the Air Force right out of high school

 then after he got out of the service, he married my mom on Jun 1st 1956

Cleta and Jack had 5 kids within a few short years and Daddy was really proud of, He called us his 5-leaf clover.

Daddy was taken from us suddenly on Mar 27th 1965

He has been sadly missed by everyone. I don’t think there is a day that goes by still that we don’t think about him.







Here is a another touching poem

Letter to my family

I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
no more tears of sadness; Here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I am with you every morning, noon, and night.

That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you.

It's good to have you back again, you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they will be here later on.

There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man."
God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.

And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.

Andwhen you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight,
God and I are closest to you the middle of the night.

AndWhen you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years,
you're only human, they are bound to bring you tears.

becausedo not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.

because I wish that I could tell you all what God has planned.
If I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.

one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er,
I am closer to you now, than I ever was before.

There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb:
together we can do it by taking one day at a time.

It was always a philosophy and I'd like it for you too;
That as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who is in sorrow and pain:
Then you can say to God at night...."My day was not in vain."

And now I am contented .... that my life was worthwhile.
Knowing as I passed along the way I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low;
Just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.

When you are walking down the street and you've got Me on your mind;
I am walking in your footsteps, only half a step behind.

And when it's time for you to go...from that body to be free,
Remember you're not going.....you are coming here to Me.

 










                                         









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