David Brantley
When Jerry was born I was 14 yrs old. His mom would play rummy at my Aunt Helen’s home with my mom and dad. I remember the first time I held Jerry and he went to sleep taking his bottle in my arms in the living room rocker. That was the first of many times feeding and holding him when he was a baby. I watched him grow until I left home for the military in 1979. All the time he was growing up I never heard him express an angry word and he was always very happy and respectful towards everyone in the family. When I returned for a visit he was genuinely interested about my life in the military and we talked together many times. He was was always respectful but more than anything he was family to me and I to him. He fought the good fight his entire life, he kept the faith and he loved his family and his God. Now he is receiving the reward promised to him by our Lord. Jerry, May the Lord bless you and keep you, may the Lord extend his grace upon you, may his countenance shine upon you and give peace forever more. I am missing you now and always will.
