Birth date: Oct 13, 1940 Death date: Mar 6, 2022
Jack Walter Parker, Sr. passed away on the afternoon of Sunday, March 6, 2022 at the age of 81. After a long battle, he found peace and mercy surrounded by family. He is survived by his loving wife of 44 years, Linda Parker; his Read Obituary
Thank you to all who attended. Special gratitude for the Richardson Fire Department’s Chief and Honor Guard.
My condolences on the passing of Jack Sr. Growing up around your family, he always seemed larger than life. I will miss visiting with him the next time I get back to Allen. It was a privilege to have known him, he will be missed.
Trey Smith
Mary and I will miss visiting with you at church. We had many good times together and especially trying to outbid each other during pie auctions. Rolin Green
Dad, I will carry the torch from here.
You never held me back or cast me away. You were a stoic Leader. A Provider. My Confidant. My Coach. An amazing Guiding light for me.
Thank you.
Papa Jack will be missed dearly! Love and prayers for all our family.
Love, Ashley Tiner
My coach. My leader. My protector. My dad.
Thank you Dad. I’ll see you…
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up - for you the flag is flung - for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths- for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
~ Walt Whitman
