Dennis “Denny” Epperson, 70, of Conway, passed away March 20, 2019. He was born August 9, 1948 in Morrilton, Arkansas to the Late Mitchell and Earlene Epperson. Denny served in the Army during Vietnam. He was very compassionate and helped Veterans receive benefits. Denny served as a police officer in McComb, Mississippi, Morrilton, and retired after many years with the Conway Police Department. He had a soft heart and loved his family and dog. Denny was preceded in death by his parents.
He is survived by his wife of 17 years , one son, two step-sons, two step-daughters, grandchildren, great grandchildren, one sister, and one brother.
Funeral Service will begin at 1:00PM Saturday, March 23, 2019 at Roller McNutt with Burial at Crestlawn Memorial Park in Conway.
The follow poem was requested to be added by Bob Member ID # 46540001
THE SOLDIERS GRAVE
BY PEARL RIVERS
Tread lightly, 'tis a soldiers grave,
A lonely, mossy mound;
And yet to hearts like mine and thine
It should be holy ground.
Speak softly, let no careless laugh,
No idle, thoughtless jest,
Escape your lips where sweetly sleeps
The hero in his rest.
For him no reveille will beat
When morning beams shall come;
For him, at night, no tattoo rolls
Its thunders from the drum.
Tread lightly! for a man bequeathed,
Ere laid beneath this sod,
His ashes to his native land,
His gallant soul to God.
He is survived by his wife of 17 years , one son, two step-sons, two step-daughters, grandchildren, great grandchildren, one sister, and one brother.
Funeral Service will begin at 1:00PM Saturday, March 23, 2019 at Roller McNutt with Burial at Crestlawn Memorial Park in Conway.
The follow poem was requested to be added by Bob Member ID # 46540001
THE SOLDIERS GRAVE
BY PEARL RIVERS
Tread lightly, 'tis a soldiers grave,
A lonely, mossy mound;
And yet to hearts like mine and thine
It should be holy ground.
Speak softly, let no careless laugh,
No idle, thoughtless jest,
Escape your lips where sweetly sleeps
The hero in his rest.
For him no reveille will beat
When morning beams shall come;
For him, at night, no tattoo rolls
Its thunders from the drum.
Tread lightly! for a man bequeathed,
Ere laid beneath this sod,
His ashes to his native land,
His gallant soul to God.
Dennis “Denny” Epperson, 70, of Conway, passed away March 20, 2019. He was born August 9, 1948 in Morrilton, Arkansas to the Late Mitchell and Earlene Epperson. Denny served in the Army during Vietnam. He was very compassionate and helped Veterans receive benefits. Denny served as a police officer in McComb, Mississippi, Morrilton, and retired after many years with the Conway Police Department. He had a soft heart and loved his family and dog. Denny was preceded in death by his parents.
He is survived by his wife of 17 years , one son, two step-sons, two step-daughters, grandchildren, great grandchildren, one sister, and one brother.
Funeral Service will begin at 1:00PM Saturday, March 23, 2019 at Roller McNutt with Burial at Crestlawn Memorial Park in Conway.
The follow poem was requested to be added by Bob Member ID # 46540001
THE SOLDIERS GRAVE
BY PEARL RIVERS
Tread lightly, 'tis a soldiers grave,
A lonely, mossy mound;
And yet to hearts like mine and thine
It should be holy ground.
Speak softly, let no careless laugh,
No idle, thoughtless jest,
Escape your lips where sweetly sleeps
The hero in his rest.
For him no reveille will beat
When morning beams shall come;
For him, at night, no tattoo rolls
Its thunders from the drum.
Tread lightly! for a man bequeathed,
Ere laid beneath this sod,
His ashes to his native land,
His gallant soul to God.
He is survived by his wife of 17 years , one son, two step-sons, two step-daughters, grandchildren, great grandchildren, one sister, and one brother.
Funeral Service will begin at 1:00PM Saturday, March 23, 2019 at Roller McNutt with Burial at Crestlawn Memorial Park in Conway.
The follow poem was requested to be added by Bob Member ID # 46540001
THE SOLDIERS GRAVE
BY PEARL RIVERS
Tread lightly, 'tis a soldiers grave,
A lonely, mossy mound;
And yet to hearts like mine and thine
It should be holy ground.
Speak softly, let no careless laugh,
No idle, thoughtless jest,
Escape your lips where sweetly sleeps
The hero in his rest.
For him no reveille will beat
When morning beams shall come;
For him, at night, no tattoo rolls
Its thunders from the drum.
Tread lightly! for a man bequeathed,
Ere laid beneath this sod,
His ashes to his native land,
His gallant soul to God.
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