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Perry M Stephenson

Perry M. Stephenson, 73, of Rogers, AR., passed away on Saturday, August 7, 2021 at the Mercy Hospital in Rogers, AR.

Perry was born on December 19, 1947, in Harriet, Arkansas.  The son of Fonzo and Bonnie (Curtis) Stephenson. On December 25, 1967, in Springdale, Arkansas he married the love of his life, Glenda Jackson and she survives.

Perry worked for many years as owner and operator of R & R Construction. After retiring from construction, he owned and operated the Monte Ne Store. Perry enjoyed working with his hands remodeling homes and over the years Perry and Glenda built and remodeled many homes. Perry enjoyed playing “online” poker, playing the guitar and mowing lawns. Perry won multiple titles as a professional horseshoe pitcher.

Perry is survived by his loving wife, Glenda; a son Perry M. Stephenson; 2 daughters, Sharon Stephenson-Mullinax and husband Roy, and Amanda Vradenburg; 2 brothers, Darroll and James Stephenson; 3 sisters, Nadine Phillips, Brenda Moon and Zebbie Stephenson; 9 grandchildren and 4 great grandchildren.

Perry is preceded in death by his parents.

A Memorial Service will be held at the Backstrom-Pyeatte Funeral Home in Springdale on Tuesday, August 17, 2021, at 5:00 PM.

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Dear Papa,

I wanted to take this time to say how much I love you. I'm your best biggest girl, as you called me, and as the oldest grandchild, I take my role very seriously.

I hope you are proud of what I have become, despite the fact that your were one of the people who didn't want me to move to away from home. And all because you thought you would never see me again. It broke my heart when you thought this, because, I always knew no matter how far away I moved, that I would always find it necessary to come back and spend time with my precious mamma and papa.

I, and all the rest of us, owe you a lot. You gave me, and all your grandchildren, so many wonderful gifts. You built our family beautiful homes in which we had picturesque, and perfect Christmases. Wonderful, bustling Thanksgiving holidays, and magical birthdays. You built us treehouses and tire swings. And no treehouse was complete for you unless it had a mini set of stairs up to it, painstakingly built for children less than 5 years old, complete with a landing halfway up, because you knew it was safer for us than a 2x4 board ladder nailed straight up the tree. I have so many other good memories of you, and so many things immediately make me think of you. Things like straw hats, white T-shirts and white carpenter pants (of course with paint on them), peanut M&M's, red bandanas (or handkerchiefs as you called them), horseshoes, riding lawn mowers, and nail guns to name a few.

You built us ball pits, and fireplaces, backyards, and bedrooms. You worked so hard for all of us that arthritis and tiredness became your regular state in your old age. You continued to power through life, defending us from bad people, protecting us, and helping us through everything you could. You showed us you loved us with your bare hands, with your effort, and with your struggles.

Your skills will never be forgotten, not only because of the work you did for your grandchildren, but for the work you did for your friends and family, or for the love of your life, Mamma. Your exceptional mastery of building things, in today's time, will never be forgotten or be underappreciated.

Not only were you exceptional with your hands, you were exceptional with your mind. You wrote so many funny poems and songs, silly stories, jokes, and puzzles. When I asked mamma if she had written down any of your funny poems that I could recite for us today, her answer was, "Nothing that can be read at a funeral." I laughed and said, "that sounds like papa." I found that your cleverness and sense of humor was completely unmatched, in all my 30 years of life. You were the best poker player I ever knew, you had the biggest vocabulary of anyone I have ever met, and you had the literary skills of a professional poet and writer.

Not only must you be proud of those things, but you must've also been so proud to know you had a 30 year old grandchild while still having the ability, skill, and strength to remodel your retirement home for you and mamma. But none of us knew it would be your last project together or for us. But no project was or would be more fitting for you than a project to make sure mamma has a special place to call home, built with the help of your hard-working, and sacrificing hands, to make sure she would be taken care of and content for the rest of her life.

As the oldest grandchild, I can say, without a doubt, that you are responsible for me, and the rest of your grandchildren, having one of the most perfect, and magical, childhoods conceivable by a family. You were our place of strength, our place of steadiness, of laughter, of jokes, inspiring skills, and excellent work ethic. Your impact on me and the rest of the family and friends that you have touched cannot be understated, no matter how quietly it might be said or how silently it might be thought. Your absence from our lives will always leave a giant hole. A hole we will forever desperately try to fill, by trying to live up to your presence and memory. We have some big, paint splattered shoes to fill.

I love you so much. And you will be missed and thought of everyday for the rest of my life. Thankfully, I have numerous pictures of you carrying me in your arms as a child, and I pray so hard that now you are safe, whole, and content in our creator's arms, as is the cycle of life. You, more than anyone I know, deserve true rest and peace, after the enormous life of hardwork and effort you put in for all of us. Please love me forever too, Your best, biggest, girl, and your very first and oldest grandchild.


Ashton Tate Aug 17 2021 12:00 AM

Dear papa, I love and miss you so so sooo much. Ive cried everyday since you went to heaven. I know you wouldnt want me to be sad so Im trying my hardest to put a smile on. You always helped me and made me laugh when things were hard. Ill miss you laugh and jokes. Till we meet again Ill be looking for you when I get to heaven. And Ill take care of mamma for you the best I can. Rest In Peace papa.
Love, Meg

Megan Tate Aug 13 2021 12:00 AM

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Megan Tate Aug 13 2021 12:00 AM

Love you Mamma.

Megan Tate Aug 13 2021 12:00 AM

Dear Papa, I love you so much. I wish you were still here with us and that you were with us much longer. I will miss you every day.
Love your biggest best girl,

Ashton Tate Aug 12 2021 12:00 AM

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