Mr. Bryan Jennings

Bryan Clark Jennings was born on July 8, 1958 in Dallas, Texas to parents James Henry Jennings Sr. and Wanda June McClung Jennings and entered into eternal joy on March 7, 2015 at the age of 56. Bryan was known to family and friends as “B-Ry”. Bryan was a very spiritual man, who enjoyed spending time with his family and enjoying all life had to offer. Bryan was so full of life, up for anything and afraid of nothing. Faith negates fear and he was one who lived what he believed, fully present in every moment! He impacted everyone’s life in a positive way and left us all with many, many great memories. He caused a ripple effect of positive spirit and life to everyone he met. Bryan was always in a good mood, laughing, singing, dancing and playing around. Someone told me to try to remember the good times we had and not the bad times and I just had to laugh because there were literally no bad times with him!

In his youth he worked as a truck driver for the Teamsters and was the youngest member to reach a million mile safety record. Bryan was working towards his PHD-International Business, while maintaining his job at Lowe’s where he was loved by both his co-workers and his clientele. He was a very loving spiritual man who will be dearly missed by all who knew and loved him.

Bryan is survived by his wife of 5 years; Marlene Jennings, father and mother; James and Wanda Jennings Sr., son Brad Jennings, daughter Crysten Nowakowski, daughter Renee’ Franklin, daughter Brandy Hendrickson, daughter Erin Hendrickson, son Creed Mancinelli, daughter Livia Mancinelli, granddaughter Charly Nowakowski, grandson Clayton Nowakowski, grandson Kyren Franklin, brother James Henry Jennings Jr. and sister Mary, beloved cat Lilith, other loving family members and many more friends.

SPEAK THEIR NAME

Someone I love has gone away

And life if not the same

The greatest gift that you can give

Is just to speak their name

I need to hear the stories

And the tales of days gone past

I need for you to understand

These memories must last

We cannot make more memories

Since they're no longer here

So when you speak of them to me

It's music to my ear