I don’t remember formerly meeting Casey Allen until the sudden passing of my dad. I do not remember much of my father’s service other than a strange man that walked up to me and introduced himself as the neighbor who probably drove ME crazy, Casey Allen. His unconventional ways weren’t something we saw in this neighborhood. Zip lines? Dirt bike after dirt bike would roll out of the garage…driven up and down the street at all hours, reminded me of my own childhood. The welding late at night…little pink, red, green BB’s all over our yard BUT this stranger (to me, not to my dad) came to my father’s service…believe me a girls first love is her dad and she knows who honored him and who did not. I remember you, Casey Allen. This kind man helped clean up the gutter from unfinished projects that ended up in my mothers front gutter, he checked in on my mom, and recently checked on my mother regarding a fire at her house. He radiated goodness. I will miss those dirt bikes, the hooking up of trailers, the smell of a BBQ, the living vicariously through the Allen children of the childhood they are living that was all too similar to my own childhood. My dogs will miss Casey, however the mighty Jake will still be there to play between a fence with my dogs.
My deepest sympathies to the Allen family.
BettyJo Maloney