Jessica Kay Allen

It is with heavy hearts and profound sadness that we announce the passing of our beloved Jessica Allen Myers, who departed this world on April 25, 2026. Born on February 10, 1977, in Idabel, Oklahoma, Jessica graced the world with her presence for 49 beautiful years, leaving behind a legacy of love, laughter, and resilience. Jessica was the cherished daughter of Stevy and Carol Allen, who preceded her in death, alongside her sisters, Christy and Rebecca Myers, and her grandson, Lincoln Gasway. Her passing marks the end of a remarkable chapter, but her spirit will continue to inspire those she leaves behind. Jessica's life was a testament to the strength of the human spirit. Known for her contagious laugh and magnetic personality, she had an innate ability to draw people in and make them feel at ease. In her youth, her beauty was truly show-stopping, yet it was her inner beauty and grace that left a lasting impression on everyone she met. Through life's inevitable ups and downs, Jessica remained an unwavering beacon of positivity, often seen with a smile that could light up any room. Beyond her captivating presence, Jessica's most cherished role was that of a mother. Although she was not as present as she would have liked, she loved her children, Cody Allen, Sean Gasway, Saban Cherry, and Shamesha Smith. She adored her grandchildren. Her legacy continues through her grandchildren: Jaxon Bills, Ava Bills, Ema Bills, Emory Smith, Aiden Gasway, Everly Joyce Allen, and the precious memory of Lincoln Gasway. Jessica is also survived by her loving brother, Shannon Myers. A private ceremony will be held to celebrate her life. Though the gathering will be intimate, we invite all who knew and loved Jessica to remember her in their own special way—whether through shared stories, laughter, or a quiet moment of reflection. As we say goodbye to a remarkable woman, we hold tight to the lessons she imparted: to live life with grace, to smile through adversity, and to cherish those we hold dear. Jessica Allen Myers may have left this earthly realm, but her spirit will forever remain in the hearts of those who had the privilege of knowing her. May she rest in eternal peace, surrounded by love and light. A Soul That Longed For Home Sunlit curls and gentle eyes, a girl too young to know, How quickly life would press her down and force her fast to grow. At thirteen came a fragile life, then more in hurried years, While numbing shadows pulled her close and quieted her fears. Three little boys, one fragile girl, she learned to stand alone, An adventurous soul confined, yet nowhere felt like home. No mother’s arms to guide her path, no steady hand to hold, Just whispered winds of longing dreams and stories left untold. They called her beautiful in ways that felt like fragile chains, For love she sought, not ownership wrapped tightly in their claims. For men may crave the outward form, the body they admire, But never reached the deeper soul, her heart’s unspoken fire. The weight of life, the grief, the loss, her parents gone too soon, Left shadows dancing in her mind beneath a hollow moon. So she turned to fleeting comforts dressed in numbing disguise, Where drugs would quiet aching thoughts but dim her shining eyes. “For the wages of sin is death…” the quiet truth was there, “…but God’s free gift is life through Christ,” a whisper in despair. Yet lost between addiction’s pull and love that bruised her skin, She wandered through a broken world that slowly closed within. Men claimed love yet dealt her pain, control in cruel embrace, Leaving marks not just on flesh but deeper, unseen space. Her beauty faded far too fast, her body worn and tired, A fleeting spark of who she was, a soul that once burned brighter. Still, through every darkened day, her children held her heart, Though life and choices pulled her far and tore her worlds apart. She loved them in the only way her wounded soul could give, A quiet truth beneath it all—she always longed to live. At forty-nine, the world grew still, her story reached its end, A life of storms now laid to rest, where broken paths can mend. “Come now, let us settle this… though scarlet stains remain, They shall be white as falling snow,” washed free from every pain. Now held within a gentler light where grace has made her whole, No chains, no fear, no restless nights can burden her sweet soul. At last she’s free, the girl once lost, now safely carried home, In eternal peace with God above—no longer left to roam.