ForeverMissed

This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Jerry Stafford Sr, 74, born on January 26, 1942 and passed away on May 21, 2016. We will remember and love him forever.

Posted by Terry Stafford on May 21, 2019
Its 3 long years and for one of them you have had our Shane there helping you to follow the path of light and Peace the lord sets for us....I envision the both of you watching over all of us crazy family members who do not see our way so clearly yet...I pray you are both in peace love and tranquility that wasnt easily obtainable for y'all in this world. I love and miss you so much daddy.....we dont do what is right always and we dont see what we have till its too late sometimes but I always held and will always hold that one special place for you in my heart .....you are and always will be my daddy. The best you could muster up to be ...no regrets daddy.......till I see you again papa....Your first born is smiling and strong !!!
Posted by Lisa Stafford on October 27, 2016
Thank you for all you have taught me, Rest in love and and in peace. I love you Dad.
Posted by Barbara Smith on June 1, 2016
I very much miss the man I wished you had been, not the man you actually were.
Posted by Barbara Smith on May 31, 2016
May your spiritual journeys be as eventful as your earthly adventures. May you be able to ascend on your own terms, but with grace and dignity. I wish you peace.
Posted by Terry Stafford on May 30, 2016
Daddy, you were loved and needed more than you ever cared to know.... you tried to live your life as true to your self as you could and I knew that ....no regrets daddy.........
your daughter and first born will love u always....
Terrey 
Posted by Peggie Stafford on May 29, 2016
To my Dad....
Posted by Peggie Stafford on May 29, 2016
May the Lord give Dad's beloved wife Sharon Stafford the strength she needs to get through this time of grieving....this time of healing....this time of prayer...

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Posted by Terry Stafford on May 21, 2019
Its 3 long years and for one of them you have had our Shane there helping you to follow the path of light and Peace the lord sets for us....I envision the both of you watching over all of us crazy family members who do not see our way so clearly yet...I pray you are both in peace love and tranquility that wasnt easily obtainable for y'all in this world. I love and miss you so much daddy.....we dont do what is right always and we dont see what we have till its too late sometimes but I always held and will always hold that one special place for you in my heart .....you are and always will be my daddy. The best you could muster up to be ...no regrets daddy.......till I see you again papa....Your first born is smiling and strong !!!
Posted by Lisa Stafford on October 27, 2016
Thank you for all you have taught me, Rest in love and and in peace. I love you Dad.
Posted by Barbara Smith on June 1, 2016
I very much miss the man I wished you had been, not the man you actually were.
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Married, Four Children, Divorced

Shared by Barbara Smith on May 31, 2016

We were married in March at a Baptist church in Springfield, Mo.  He was still in the Army. I was discharged after our first born, Terry, came on January 14th--the same as his mother's birthday! He was really very,very  proud, and named her Terry Lou.  I remember he went out and brought back this huge white stuffed dog and we called it "FiFi", and placed it in her bed.

Then came Peggie--she was born--at Ft Carson, Colorado. As  only Jerry can do, he was not there, at home, but driving Terry to his mother for a short period, thinking she would watch her because I was about to give birth to Peggie...I was way overdue.
  
I remember it was Easter Sunday and I woke up early, not really having any signs, but soon the contractions came....fast.  What was I to do? No car. Jerrry was on his way to Springfield taking Terry along.  I knocked on the people's doors next to our house. They spoke no English.  I eventually asked him somehow to take me to Ft Carson (the base hospital), because I was about to deliver a baby. Somehow he understood and took me there. 

 Jerry  came home a couple of days later to see Peggie (double breech they say and delivered as I walked in the door to the hospital!)  Soon afterwards Jerry would come home and go as he pleased, including AWOL from the Army. In  fact the FBI told me to tell him, if I ever saw him to go to Cuba!

I went to Wisconsin.   We would get together--another girl--Lisa was born in Wisconsin. Jerry was absent, in prison, but a very nice one at that (minimum security), when Lisa was born.  I remember riding the train to see him being pregnant with Lisa. He was very loving and caring--but behind bars.
  
We remained married for two more years. He would come and then leave out the door, and with no warning wouldn't return. Then all of a sudden he would be there--at home again. Loving, promising. 

Michael Scott was born in Wisconsin. Jerry was in prison in MIssouri.  I guess enough was enough.  About 6 years after we met we were divorced in Missouri.
 
He made his own rules and lived life his own way. I can honestly say during the time we were together I honestly loved him as only young love can be--exciting and free!

A Young Man

Shared by Barbara Smith on May 31, 2016

We met on a bus, both of us in our military uniforms. He invited me over to his home to meet his family--Dad, Mom, Dale, Larry, Nancy, Bobbie and Becky--anytime I was in town.  He looked charismatic and enticing in his uniform and what a personality!  Elvis Presley was a popular figure during this era and he certainly had that look. Well, I took leave at one point and found myself at his home.  What a wonderful family, I thought, so loving and caring and fun!!!  We were all young--he was 18 and I was 19.  They were nothing like my family, I remembered.  A beautiful southern home, with a porch swing. Aunt Edna lived across the street and other family members down the street a bit. 

Mornings were often at Aunt Edna's place, across the street,  with southern biscuits in the oven and that southern gravy. 

I remember romantic trists at the river and long walks and talks. He certainly had a way to make me feel as though he was the only guy in this world--and he would sing!