St Landry County Louisiana Archives Obituaries.....Dejean, Edmond Gabriel  February 4, 1902
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St. Landry Clarion. (Opelousas, La.) 1890-1921, February 08, 1902, Image 4

The Death of Eddie G. Dejean

On February 4th, 1902, Eddie G. Dejean, son of Edmond F. Dejean and Liza 
Garrigue, aged 26 years 8 months and 11 days.

He sleeps his last sleep
Free from care and sorroe;
He rests where none weep
Until the coming morrow.

How true are these words, "In the midst of life we are in death."

The "Grim Reaper" approaches when none suspect and one by one we join the 
"enumerable caravan," that leads to that mysterious realm, "that undiscovered 
country from whose bourn no traveler ever returns." If we had knowledge of our 
approaching end and final dissolution, we would prepare, but the devine laws 
have fixed it so that we are cut down often before our work is finished and 
sent to our account, with "all our imperfections on our head." To be cut off in 
the flush and bloom of youth, in the early morning of manhood, to be suddenly 
taken away in the brightest and happiest time of one's life, is indeed sad. At 
all times it strains our hearts to see those whom we love pass so mysteriously 
in the great beyond, forever and eternally, but it is sadder still to have them 
torn from our bossoms at the very inception of their life's career. There is no 
sadder death than that of Eddie Dejean, and his many sorrowing friends, bow 
their heads over the silent coffin, gaze for the last time upon the face of 
their loved dead, and blend their tears and heart throbs with those of his 
grief-stricken family. In the springtime of his life, and the glow of health 
upon his cheek with no warning of his approaching end, he was taken down with 
that dreaded malady, pneumonia, and after lingering but a few short days, 
passed into the dark shadows of the other shore. He was a devoted son, a loving 
and affectionate brother and a true and loyal friend.

Eddie, farewell - we'll miss you, - dear old friend - there is a vacancy since 
you are gone that none can fill. The little club of four of which you were a 
member, will sorely mourn your absence, but we trust dear Ed., to join you some 
day in some happier land. Our little club is now broken and scattered, but 
still memory will forever cling to our happy associations, like some sweet 
dream that lingers with us yet, or like the perfume of some flower,

You may break, you may shatter
The vase if you will,
But the scent of the roses
Will linger there still.

Good-bye dear old friend, we'll see thee no more,
'Mid the scenes of this uncertain life;
You leave us in grief with hearts that are sore,
To continue alone in the strife.
We'll miss thee e'en more than words can e'er tell,
We will call thee by name but in vain;
The echo falls back on our hearts - farewell - 
Like the cold, chilly dripping of rain.

The friendship we bear thee will live always,
Tho' we know thou wilt never return;
For absence will make us more constant each day,
As we strive our fates to discern.
We now give thee up to thy Maker above,
For we know thou art happier there;
Where there are no heart-throbs, no tears, but all love;
No troubles, no sorrows, no care.

A FRIEND WHO WAS HIS FRIEND.

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