DANNER, JERRY VANN – Services will be held at Hillcrest Mortuary Chapel, Monday at 9a.m. for Jerry Vann Danner. 2, 1416 Sylvia Drive, who died Aug 17 in a Bakersfield Hospital. Bishop William H. Davies of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints will officiate. Jerry was born in Fresno and had lived in Bakersfield for the past 3 1⁄2 months. He is survived by his parents, Mr. And Mrs. Gerald Danner; 3 sisters, Rebecca Marie, Joyce Kay and Wanda Carol all of Bakersfield; paternal grandparents, Mr. And Mrs.Heber H. Danner of Albion, Idaho. And maternal grandparents, Mr. And Mrs. Olie U. Vann of Venice. Pallbearers will be Glenn Pitts, David Grimm, Paul Phillips and Tom Calton. Interment will be in Hillcrest Memorial Park.
DEATH
The comforting sight of the ambulance rounds the corner.
And speed to the curb there a limp
And almost lifeless child lay.
A big crowd of observers curiously
stand by.
And the grieving mother desperately asks,
"Will he be okay?"
The child is placed in the ambulance.
A mother and daughter climb in with their
Loved one.And who in the world could have had
The nerve,To take a life? It was hit-and–run?
What a cold chilling drive to the hospital,
And the daughter puts her arm around
Her mother and says, "Please don't cry."
But the only response the mother offers
Is the question, "Why?"
For over two hours at the hospital
The only thing on which the child
Could thrive,
Was by machines with pins and
Needles stuck in his arm.
What a way to stay alive.
Suddenly the Father bursts into the
Waiting room.
After traveling for hours from a business trip.
He sees his wife and daughters'
Tear stained face,
And he too had a quivering in his lip.
Less than an hour later
The doctor entered with eyes fixed
On the floor.With a shake of the head and
Unbearable pain,
Each soul cried from every pore.
We lived a thousand lives that night
And it's true he's just gone away.
But there's no doubt in my mind
That I will see that sweet little spirit
Again someday.
-Written by Jerry's sister, Rebecca
WHY
Lord, I have come,
To ask of Thee,
Why thou didst take,
My son from me.
He was very happy,
So very young,
His short life had,
Not yet begun.
Answer my prayer,
And give me thy strength
So that I might
Understand at length.
Listen, My child,
And you shall know,
Why all people
Eventually go.
There is one who has
Provided the way
For you to return
To me one day.
Tho' you may suffer
And tears freely run,
Think of the great pain,
Of my crucified son.
Now go on your way,
And walk in the path,
So in the last day,
You'll not suffer my wrath.
- Written by Jerry's mother, Dian Danner
DEATH
The comforting sight of the ambulance rounds the corner.
And speed to the curb there a limp
And almost lifeless child lay.
A big crowd of observers curiously
stand by.
And the grieving mother desperately asks,
"Will he be okay?"
The child is placed in the ambulance.
A mother and daughter climb in with their
Loved one.And who in the world could have had
The nerve,To take a life? It was hit-and–run?
What a cold chilling drive to the hospital,
And the daughter puts her arm around
Her mother and says, "Please don't cry."
But the only response the mother offers
Is the question, "Why?"
For over two hours at the hospital
The only thing on which the child
Could thrive,
Was by machines with pins and
Needles stuck in his arm.
What a way to stay alive.
Suddenly the Father bursts into the
Waiting room.
After traveling for hours from a business trip.
He sees his wife and daughters'
Tear stained face,
And he too had a quivering in his lip.
Less than an hour later
The doctor entered with eyes fixed
On the floor.With a shake of the head and
Unbearable pain,
Each soul cried from every pore.
We lived a thousand lives that night
And it's true he's just gone away.
But there's no doubt in my mind
That I will see that sweet little spirit
Again someday.
-Written by Jerry's sister, Rebecca
WHY
Lord, I have come,
To ask of Thee,
Why thou didst take,
My son from me.
He was very happy,
So very young,
His short life had,
Not yet begun.
Answer my prayer,
And give me thy strength
So that I might
Understand at length.
Listen, My child,
And you shall know,
Why all people
Eventually go.
There is one who has
Provided the way
For you to return
To me one day.
Tho' you may suffer
And tears freely run,
Think of the great pain,
Of my crucified son.
Now go on your way,
And walk in the path,
So in the last day,
You'll not suffer my wrath.
- Written by Jerry's mother, Dian Danner
DANNER, JERRY VANN – Services will be held at Hillcrest Mortuary Chapel, Monday at 9a.m. for Jerry Vann Danner. 2, 1416 Sylvia Drive, who died Aug 17 in a Bakersfield Hospital. Bishop William H. Davies of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints will officiate. Jerry was born in Fresno and had lived in Bakersfield for the past 3 1⁄2 months. He is survived by his parents, Mr. And Mrs. Gerald Danner; 3 sisters, Rebecca Marie, Joyce Kay and Wanda Carol all of Bakersfield; paternal grandparents, Mr. And Mrs.Heber H. Danner of Albion, Idaho. And maternal grandparents, Mr. And Mrs. Olie U. Vann of Venice. Pallbearers will be Glenn Pitts, David Grimm, Paul Phillips and Tom Calton. Interment will be in Hillcrest Memorial Park.
DEATH
The comforting sight of the ambulance rounds the corner.
And speed to the curb there a limp
And almost lifeless child lay.
A big crowd of observers curiously
stand by.
And the grieving mother desperately asks,
"Will he be okay?"
The child is placed in the ambulance.
A mother and daughter climb in with their
Loved one.And who in the world could have had
The nerve,To take a life? It was hit-and–run?
What a cold chilling drive to the hospital,
And the daughter puts her arm around
Her mother and says, "Please don't cry."
But the only response the mother offers
Is the question, "Why?"
For over two hours at the hospital
The only thing on which the child
Could thrive,
Was by machines with pins and
Needles stuck in his arm.
What a way to stay alive.
Suddenly the Father bursts into the
Waiting room.
After traveling for hours from a business trip.
He sees his wife and daughters'
Tear stained face,
And he too had a quivering in his lip.
Less than an hour later
The doctor entered with eyes fixed
On the floor.With a shake of the head and
Unbearable pain,
Each soul cried from every pore.
We lived a thousand lives that night
And it's true he's just gone away.
But there's no doubt in my mind
That I will see that sweet little spirit
Again someday.
-Written by Jerry's sister, Rebecca
WHY
Lord, I have come,
To ask of Thee,
Why thou didst take,
My son from me.
He was very happy,
So very young,
His short life had,
Not yet begun.
Answer my prayer,
And give me thy strength
So that I might
Understand at length.
Listen, My child,
And you shall know,
Why all people
Eventually go.
There is one who has
Provided the way
For you to return
To me one day.
Tho' you may suffer
And tears freely run,
Think of the great pain,
Of my crucified son.
Now go on your way,
And walk in the path,
So in the last day,
You'll not suffer my wrath.
- Written by Jerry's mother, Dian Danner
DEATH
The comforting sight of the ambulance rounds the corner.
And speed to the curb there a limp
And almost lifeless child lay.
A big crowd of observers curiously
stand by.
And the grieving mother desperately asks,
"Will he be okay?"
The child is placed in the ambulance.
A mother and daughter climb in with their
Loved one.And who in the world could have had
The nerve,To take a life? It was hit-and–run?
What a cold chilling drive to the hospital,
And the daughter puts her arm around
Her mother and says, "Please don't cry."
But the only response the mother offers
Is the question, "Why?"
For over two hours at the hospital
The only thing on which the child
Could thrive,
Was by machines with pins and
Needles stuck in his arm.
What a way to stay alive.
Suddenly the Father bursts into the
Waiting room.
After traveling for hours from a business trip.
He sees his wife and daughters'
Tear stained face,
And he too had a quivering in his lip.
Less than an hour later
The doctor entered with eyes fixed
On the floor.With a shake of the head and
Unbearable pain,
Each soul cried from every pore.
We lived a thousand lives that night
And it's true he's just gone away.
But there's no doubt in my mind
That I will see that sweet little spirit
Again someday.
-Written by Jerry's sister, Rebecca
WHY
Lord, I have come,
To ask of Thee,
Why thou didst take,
My son from me.
He was very happy,
So very young,
His short life had,
Not yet begun.
Answer my prayer,
And give me thy strength
So that I might
Understand at length.
Listen, My child,
And you shall know,
Why all people
Eventually go.
There is one who has
Provided the way
For you to return
To me one day.
Tho' you may suffer
And tears freely run,
Think of the great pain,
Of my crucified son.
Now go on your way,
And walk in the path,
So in the last day,
You'll not suffer my wrath.
- Written by Jerry's mother, Dian Danner
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