Jerry West, son of Florence West Jones, was born April 12, 1958 in Mitchell County, Georgia.
At an early age, he joined Oak Grove Missionary Baptist Church.
He was married to the former Essie Mae Ross.
He departed this life on Friday, March 29, 2013, at his home in McDonough, Georgia.
He is survived by his wife with whom he shared thirty-six and a half years of unconditional love, Essie Mae West of McDonough, Georgia; a mother and stepfather, Florence Jones and Eddie Jones of Atlanta, Georgia; a loving and devoted daughter, Apreschael (Shan) Ross; granddaughter, Markala Ross; grandson, Zayden Miller of Jonesboro, Georgia; a twin brother, Terry (Jerri D.) West, Sr. of Camilla, Georgia; a sister, Gertrude West of Roswell, Georgia; two sisters-in-law, Mary Walker of Lawrenceville, Georgia and Joe Ann Ross of Morrow, Georgia; one brother-in-law, Joe P. Ross and his fiance, Debra Watkins of Jacksonville, Florida; an uncle and aunt, Willie West and Irene West of Key Largo, Florida; an aunt, Genieve Lee of Miami, Florida, and Gertrude West of South Florida.
He is also survived by a host of nieces, nephews, great nieces and nephews, cousins, co-workers and close friend, to whom he inspired to always do the right thing and be the best you could be, Kenneth Davis, who had the role of co-worker, friend, and adopted son.
He knew no stranger and touched everyone he met.
SERVICE SCHEDULE
The funeral service of Jerry West will be conducted Wednesday, April 3, 2013, at 11:00 a.m., at Oak Grove Missionary Baptist Church, 7141 Pipeline Road, Camilla. Reverend Leroy Thompson, Jr.; words of comfort will be by Dr. Joe R. Thomas. Interment will follow in the church cemetery.
Flower bearers will be Mitchell County High School Class of 1975.
Honorary pallbearers will be Mitchell County High School Class of 1975.
Active pallbearers will be Georgia Power Employees.
Visitation will be on Tuesday, April 2, 2013, from 4:30 p.m. - 7:00 p.m., at Robert Jester Mortuary.
Memorial Tribute
The love we have for Jerry
Will never fade away.
We'll think of him, our special friend
Throughout each passing day.
We'll walk into the room
And see his empty chair;
Although we know he's resting,
We'll feel his presence there.
The memories of his laughter,
His warm and loving smile,
His eyes so full of happiness,
His heart that of a child.
Memories are forever
Be they laughter or of tears,
Memories we will treasure
Through all the forthcoming years.
In the end, it's not the years in your life that count.
It's the life in your years.
----- Abraham Lincoln