Grieving

Leland B. Allen "Deacon" Taylorsville/Lyman, Utah - Our kind and beloved husband, father, grandfather and brother, Leland Buchanan "Deacon" Allen, age 74, died July 1, 2009 at his home in Taylorsville.He was born July 25, 1934 in Lyman, Utah, a son of Samuel Fay and Helen Amelia Oldroyd Allen. He married Ronalee Gleave, June 23, 1956 in Richfield, Utah. Deacon drove truck for LA Young Construction, WW Clyde Construction and SJ Groves Construction. He was a member of the LDS Church. He enjoyed hunting, fishing, gardening and loved spending time with his family. He is survived by his loving wife, Ronalee, of Taylorsville; his children: Vickie Lynn and Bruce Herd of West Valley City; Sam and Dana Allen of South Jordan; Roger D. and Traci Allen of Taylorsville; seven grandchildren; four great-grandchildren; brother and sister: Dr. Raymond Archie Allen of Pasadena, California; Myrl and Reed Kendell of Provo; sister-in-law: Gwen M. Allen of Taylorsville. He was preceded in death by a son, Michael Leland Allen; his parents, Sam and Helen Oldroyd; brothers and sisters: Fay O. Allen, Maureen and Brent Morrell, Eugene and Shirley Allen, and Ethal Allen. Graveside services will be held Thursday, July 9, 2009 at 1:00 p.m. in the Lyman Cemetery. Friends may call for viewing at the Bennion 3rd LDS Ward Chapel, 5775 South 2700 West in Taylorsville, Wednesday evening, July 8, from 6 to 8 p.m. or at the Lyman LDS Ward Chapel, Thursday morning from 11:00-12:30 prior to the services. Burial will be in the Lyman Cemetery under the care of the Springer Turner Funeral Home of Richfield and Salina, Utah. Online guestbook at: http://www.springerturner.com/

This is the obituary for my Grandpa Allen who passed away on July 1st. It has been something we have all been expecting for the last couple months, but no matter how prepared you think you are, it is still so hard to lose a loved one. I know that he is in a better place and he is no longer in pain. I know he is living with heavenly father and he is with his parents and son, Michael. The hardest part is watching his loved ones who have been left behind, try to find their way with out him. I know that over the next week or so there will be a lot of laughing and crying, as we reminisce about the man that he was and what he meant to each of us. He will be missed. We love you "Yellow Grandpa". See ya later.