Jason Thomas Coleman, age 44, of Greenbrier, Arkansas, was born October 14th, 1974 to Danny and Patsy Carley Coleman.
My daddy died January 7th, 2019. An amazing husband to my mom and loving father to me and all my friends, as well. A best friend, it was him who taught me to value myself. He told me I was beautiful, inside and out. He taught me to love unconditionally, no matter what. He taught me to forgive, even those who have impressed the most inhumane doings on my family.
He is survived by his wife Lesha Coleman; his daughter Annsley Grace and Dylan Carley who he loved and considered dearly as his own daughter; his mother Patsy Coleman; his sister Shannon Coleman; his nieces Madison and Channing Grace Coleman; along with other family and friends who loved him dearly.
He was preceded in death by his father Danny Coleman, maternal grandparents Pete and Edith Carley, and paternal grandparents Theodore “Pedo” and Mabel Coleman.
My father was my hero, he was my everything. My first love and my forever prince. He was and is the perfect symbol of love, forgiveness, kindness, and respect. He was the light to not only my darkest days, but to everyone around him as well. A gentle hand that would do anything and everything for anyone and who was always putting others’ needs before his. A heart of pure gold. I’m not ashamed to say that no man I have ever met was my father’s equal, and no man I ever meet will love me as much as he did.
To some people depression may seem like a simple case of sadness or an excuse to avoid a difficult task. I want people to realize that depression is much more and no one will understand just how strong someone like my daddy was. He cried himself to sleep, but woke up with a smile to keep mommy and I from worrying. He struggled each day to simply get out of bed, brush his teeth and even to get dressed. He fought this illness his entire life to keep a roof over our heads and to provide us with a life he knew we deserved.
What happened to my daddy was a tragedy, but was far from a selfish act. It was the most selfless thing anyone could ever do. He did what he did so that my mom and I and loved ones could have a chance at enjoying the rest of our lives as free as possible of the pain, worry, and stress that was largely caused from the legal and social harassment that we have had to endure the past four years. Every second of every day, we would see the hurt and pain in his eyes. The tunnels through which he looked had no light in the end. Now, he is able to be surrounded by a beautiful glow of our Heavenly Father in every direction. He is able to have the peaceful night’s rest he forever desired.
Even a small memory of his loving smile brings me happiness. The late night movies and talks, crazy dances, tickle monster attacks, YouTube binges, and “Give It All We Got Tonight” karaoke videos will forever be cherished. Our years in Greenbrier were some of our best years and will always hold a special place in my heart because this is where I really got to really know him, grow close to him, and was able to share some of the most memorable experiences with him that will always bring me comfort.
I know how proud he was of me, and as my daddy always taught me, I will keep my promise to always keep my fences high, and if I’m in a hole, to quit digging. When I walk on that stage this year for my High School graduation, I’ll be thinking of you. When I’m walking down the aisle for marriage, I’ll be thinking of you.
So, to my sweet daddy, forever and always, I will honor you, and all that you have done for me, mom, our family, and friends. May you finally Rest In Peace. No one deserves it more than you. I love you.
If you, or anyone you know is suffering from depression, please take action, and take it seriously, before it is too late, before it seems as though there is no other option. My daddy didn’t want to die, he was just tired of living.