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Obituaries: Allan Lane Morris Sr. (Dec. 26, 1949 – Sept. 1, 2011)

Allan Lane Morris Sr. went home to be with his Lord, Creator and Savior on Sept. 1, 2011. He will be back home with his wife, Susie Robison Morris, his parents, C. Allan and Fawn E Morris, his little brother, Michael L Morris, along with numerous other family members who will all be there to greet and welcome him home.

Allan is survived by his children, Stormy Daniels (Ryan), Abel Morris (Brandy), Justin Morris (Angel), and Allan Morris Jr. (Robin), stepdaughter, Laurel Jackson (Brad). His grandchildren, Scruff, Michael, Cheeko, Joey, Justin, Alyssa, Alexis, Nick, Jazzy, Olivia, Julia and Braeden. Allan is also survived by his sister, Fawn A. Morris Orr, his brother, Denny Zermeno (Christy), his father and mother-in-law, Ray and Phyllis Robison, brother-in-law, Brett Robison (Betty), sisters-in-law, Linda Harrison (Tim) and Cindy Robison, his uncle, Chuck Williams, along with numerous nieces, nephews and cousins. Allan also leaves behind his girls, Ella Norris and Renee Tapia (Steven) along with 36 other foster children, and his canine kids, Casey and Lucy.

Allan L. Morris, also affectionately known as, “Big Al,” was born on December 26, 1949, in Eureka. He grew up in Fairfax, Calif., and attended Sir Frances Drake High School, where many of his friends say “he was the glue that held the class together.” Allan loved football and played while he attended College of Marin County. For many years he was the defensive coach at Del Norte High, at JV and varsity levels, a position which gave him deep satisfaction and pride. For 18 years, and also at Del Norte, he coached track and during this time they went to state every year and he loved every minute of it. Allan also coached semi-pro football with his friend and mentor Dick Trone, for whom Allan had a deep respect.

Before deciding on a career in law enforcement, he was a commercial fisherman with his uncles, Juke and Chuck Williams, seasonally, and for several years he worked for Miller Rellim Lumber Company.

He then continued his college education, which enabled him to become a drug and alcohol counselor for UIHS. He worked there for a few years. The rest of his career was spent as a juvenile probation officer at the Del Norte County Probation Department. In this position, he made a huge impact on the youth of Del Norte County. Allan was smart, honest, fair and compassionate, making him perfect for this job. He understood mistakes and knew everyone made them, but he also knew that with each mistake made, there was a lesson to be learned, an opportunity not to be missed. Allan believed that everyone deserved a chance, and because of that belief, he changed a lot of lives, some even say that he saved their life, or for others, saved them from prison. He handed them his trust, treated them with respect and kindness and he believed in them, and with his unwavering support, he gave them the courage to believe in themselves.

Allan also had a great love for Del Norte County and its people, he always said he would never leave, everything he loved was here and he couldn’t imagine a better place to make home and raise a family. Allan loved to shop the local stores and talk with anyone that he knew or happened to run into, sometimes he’d take hours, which didn’t bother him at all.

The year 2011 had been filled with loss and heartache for Allan; Susie, his wife of 27 years had passed away in February, followed by his mom, Fawn, in March and then his favorite aunt, Pat Williams, passed in April. Although his heart was broken and his pain was more than any of us could possibly imagine, he said that it was time to get busy living or get busy dying and decided to get busy living.

This year Labor Day had been especially important to Allan; some of his old friends from high school would be showing up, people he hadn’t seen in over 40 years, then there would be his loyal friends that were there every year, and he was really excited that his boys were all going to be there at the same time.

For many generations his family owned and operated Dad’s Camp at the mouth of the Klamath River, where he met many of his lifelong friends. Every summer of his youth was spent there, and just as he, his siblings and cousins had grown up there, so would their children. Through the years, Allan would return to Dad’s Camp every summer and set up family-and friend-planned camp outs.

His favorite weekend was Labor Day; he would have a big BBQ, cook salmon on redwood sticks and make his famous fry bread while spending time with those he had waited all year to see again. Unfortunately, Allan would not get to have his weekend; he passed quick and in no pain while packing to go. Allan did not make it to see all of his friends and family, but they got to be here for him one last time by attending his service and being there for his family. He would have been very grateful for that, but those were the kind of people he surrounded himself with.

Although Allan’s time here had been too short, he gave so much of himself to each and every person he knew. His love and commitment for his family and his friends came as naturally as breathing to him. Allan was the force that drew everyone together and that kept them together, a role he did not take lightly. He didn’t let things get to him that would be a waste of his time. He couldn’t tolerate senseless bickering, which would be a waste of everyone’s time. And he refused to beat around the bush: What would be the point? He never raised his voice at anyone; he could say what he needed to without offending anyone. He was always kind and respectful, and would never result to insults or name calling, what you saw was what you got, and we were all blessed to have had him in our lives.

Big Al, you made this world a better place, we all are better people for knowing you! We will keep you in our memories and our hearts, always!

Arrangements are under the direction of Wier’s Mortuary Chapel.

— Submitted by Wier’s Mortuary Chapel

 

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