passed away at the age of 22 years on Saturday, January 23, 2016 in Yorkton,SK.
A wake was held on Thursday, January 28, 2016 from the Keeseekoose Chiefs Educational Complex.
A funeral mass was held on Friday, January 29, 2016 from the St Philips Roman Catholic Church.
Interment followed at the St Philips Roman Catholic Cemetery.
Allen James Strongquill Jr.
( Boy-Deeks )
Allen was born on September 14, 1993 in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan to his proud parents Allen and Deanna. He was a baby brother to Nathan and Quinn; and a big brother to Houston.
Allen was predeceased by his grandparents Robert (Big Bob)Kakakaway, John. Tommy Quewezance, Marlene. A. Quewezance (Strongquill), Brothers Nathan. L.T. Strongquill, Allen Ashley(“BUSHMAN”) Kakakaway, Aunties Veronica (Kakakaway) Whitehawk, Ursula Kakakaway, Beatrice Mirisch, Uncles Warren(Rugby) Kakakaway, Ken(Allo) Severight Sr, other uncles, aunties, grandparents too numerous to mention.
Allen is survived by his loving parents, father Allen.J.Kakakaway and mother Deanna Kakakaway (Strongquill), sisters Elainna (Blaine) Houle, Dominique Kakakaway, Quinn Kakakaway, One other
brother Houston Kakakaway; Special nephew and niece Kyrin(Ky) Strongquill, Adrielle Nathan Shingoose-Kakakaway, and numerous friends, cousins, uncles, aunts, nieces and nephews.
Come let’s go, Walk with me for awhile.
Our Togetherness is forever, just not on this side.
When we meet again, it will be for eternity.
Keeping always loving memories of you and me.
Till we meet again, that’s when our journey together begins.
“A CHILD LOANED”
“I’ll lend you a little time A child of mine,” He said,
“For you to love the while he lives
And mourn for when he’s dead.
It may be six or seven years
Or twenty-two or three,
But will you, till I call him back,
Take care of him for me?
He’ll bring his charms to gladden you,
And should his stay be brief,
You’ll have his lovely memories
As solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay,
Since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.
I’ve looked the wide world over
In My search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life’s lanes,
I have selected you;
Now will you give him all your love,
Not think the labor vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to call
And take him back again?”
I fancied that I heard them say,
“Dear Lord, Thy will be done,
For all the joy Thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we’ll run.
We’ll shelter him with tenderness,
We’ll love him while we may,
And for all the happiness we’ve known,
Forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call for him
Much sooner then we planned,
We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand.”