Chris couldn’t-be-bothered-with-a-middle-name Allen was born on July 11th, 1954.
I am only now allowed to share this information with you because his phone is turned off, he has cleared his internet cookies and he only used duck duck go anyway, so Google doesn’t have his information.
I imagine he thrust into this world with little to no fanfare, because… well, why would he want that?
He lived a whole thirty-six years before I knew him, and what a life it was.
However, since I wasn’t present for that part, let’s just skim through that real quick so we can get to the good stuff:
- He was super smart, but he wouldn’t flaunt it.
- He was super thrifty, and didn’t pay full price for anything. #hehadacouponforthat
- He met, fell in love and quickly wedded his love and better half, Rhonda. (lol, I’m totally kidding, it took him 6 years to propose)
After being married for all of 1 year and 5 months, he and my mom welcomed their first beautiful baby girl.
Her name escapes me at the moment, so we’ll just call her… daughter #1.
Okay okay, her name is Kristen and she’s a doctor and she’s really pretty and cool and my best friend.
But nothing could compare to that magical day, when the heavens opened up and their second baby girl was brought into the world.
Angels sung, people. The hospital had a parade. Strangers wept.
But I digress.
Over the years, Chris is-my-presence-required-for-this Allen would tell you that he liked his senior McDonald’s coffee hot (or you were getting it back), his adoptive son Amari Cooper, and being the reigning champ of candy crush.
He knew every Earth, Wind & Fire song, and often said that people ‘just don’t make music like they used to anymore.’
I’m inclined to agree.
Pops was not a fan of things like unnecessary travel, receiving gifts, or being in the presence of uncouth people.
My dad also was not the type to go around saying he loved things, like an amazing hamburger, or that movie with that guy in it.
And rightfully so. He didn’t love any of those things.
So let me tell you what he did love.
The Lord. He was constantly in the Word, listening to teachers and in prayer.
You didn’t get my dad without getting the Lord. Package deal, my friends. Package. deal.
His wife. He found pleasure in getting out early in the mornings to make sure she had enough gas in her tank, a clean car and a coffee on the kitchen table when he returned.
Now sure, did he sometimes (read: 99% of the time) leave without telling her? Yes, but for the sake of this story, let’s just shimmy right on past that.
His girls. No doubt about it in our minds, not to mention the random people he would talk to at McDonald’s, that my dad l o v e d his girls. He spoke of us often and carried photos around of us in his wallet, always ready to show us off.
It is worth noting that for the longest time, those photos were from when we were in middle school. But listen, we were adorable, so it’s fine.
His family. Never one to fret over himself, he was always making sure that everyone else was taken care of. Yes, he would tell you that he loved you.
But he also made sure to show it as well.
My dad left this world today.
I don’t recall us discussing this sudden departure, because I feel like I’d remember this conversation. Not to mention, I would have been highly opposed to the idea.
But that was my dad for you. He followed no man’s rules!
So tonight, in honor of Chris i’m-just-a-simple-man Allen, will you do something for me?
Pray for his bride.
Pray for his parents.
Pray that the overwhelming comfort and peace of our Father would continue to wash over us, like the free car washes that he would get at the Lexus dealership.
Tell someone you love them.
And when you’re done telling them, show them.
C’mon now, we all know what month it is! Turn on EW&F’s September and boogie like you’ve never boogied before.
He didn’t do it often, but when he did? Well, it was best that you just go on and get out of his way.
We love you, old man.
I’m so glad that you knew that.
P.S. – Can you ask God what’s the deal with roaches?? Seriously, what is their purpose? I look forward to your reply.