OBITUARY WILSON, Jerol
Jerol Davis Wilson, 83, of LaFayette, passed away Saturday, December 18, 2021.
He was a member of Bethel Memorial Baptist Church. Jerol was a 1956 graduate of Trion High School where he not only acquired the nickname “Whoop Wilson”, but a passion for baseball as well. He joined the school baseball team and became an avid baseball player, being one of the best on the team. After high school, Jerol became a mechanic by trade in mechanic. He then became the shop and road breakdown supervisor at Covenant Transport in Chattanooga, where he retired. During his free time, Jerol enjoyed time
He was preceded in death by his wife, Silvia Louise Jackson Wilson; and parents, Dee and Sarah Wilson.
He is survived by his sons, Daniel Wilson and Mark (Diane) Wilson; grandson, Tyler Wilson; sisters, Karen Wilson Yates and June Wilson Maxey. Several nieces and nephews also survive.
Funeral service will be held 2 p.m. Wednesday, December 22, 2021, in the Wilbanks Memorial Chapel with Pastor Bud Martenn of
Interment at LaFayette City Cemetery.
Pallbearers are Oliver Heyer, Nathan Heyer, Tanner Heyer, Hisham Menkara, Barry Bramlett, and David Holbrooks.
Visitation will be held at the funeral home prior to the service from 11 a.m. until hour of service.
Arrangements are by Wallis-Wilbanks Funeral Home, LaFayette.
SMILE BECAUSE HE LIVED
You can shed tears that he is gone, or you can smile because he lived. You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back, or you can open your eyes and see all that he has left. Your heart can be empty because you can’t see him, or you can be full of the love that you shared. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember him and only that he is gone, or you can cherish his memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn back, or you can do what he would want: Smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
— Author Unknown
REMEMBER ME Remember me in quiet days, while raindrops whisper on your pane. But in your memories have no grief, let just the joy we knew remain. Remember me when evening stars look down on you with steadfast eyes. Remember if once you wake to catch a glimpse of red sunrise. And when your thoughts do turn to me, know that I would not have you cry. But live for me and laugh for me, when you are happy, so am I. Remember an old joke we shared; remember me when spring walks by. Think once of me when you are glad, and while you live, I shall not die.
— Author Unknown
Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.
— Author Unknown