Allen Lane Bjerke
Allen Lane Bjerke Sr., 69, passed away in Galveston, Texas with family by his side on November 23, 2019. Allen was born in Galveston, Texas on June 13, 1950 to Navaleen Yvonne Bjerke.
He is preceded in death by his mother, Navaleen Bjerke and longtime companion, Brenda Jean Crisp.
Allen is survived by his son, Allen Lane Bjerke Jr and wife Monica; daughter Sherri Nicole Robins; brothers, Donald Bjerke and wife Judy, Merlin Bjerke, Tommy Bjerke, Dennis Bjerke, Walter Bjerke, Rick Bjerke, and Danny Bjerke; sisters Joy Garza, Carmen Harris and husband Steve, and Yvonne Whittington; nine grandchildren, Cierra Lopez, Kasi Flanagan, Dillion Stadler, Nicole Robins, Marissa Moore, Allen Lane Bjerke III, Austin Robins, Ashlee Robins, and Gabby Bjerke; thirteen great- grandchildren, Eric, Elijah, Sirenity, Serena, Trinity, Brooklyn, Brayden, Brantley, Adriana, Aaliyah, Angel, Sterling and numerous relatives and close friends.
A Celebration of Allen’s life will be held at Carnes Funeral Home - Texas City on Saturday, November 30, 2019, visitation at 10:00 am and services at 11am.
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on his tombstone
From the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came the date of his birth
And spoke of the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the DASH between those years.
For that DASH represents all the time
That he spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved him
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own;
The cars, the house, the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our DASH.
So think about this long and hard,
Are there things you'd like to change
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile?
Remembering that this special DASH
Might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy's being read
With your life's actions to rehash,
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your Dash?