Johnny Lee Allen

Lizanne, we are so sorry for your loss. He was an awesome, nicest guy that we ever worked with at Lockheed. My husband and I worked with your husband on F22 program and the last time I saw him was during strike. He looked well and always had a smile on his face. When I was told if I heard about Johnny, I did not want to hear the bad news. How could that happen to a nice guy like him! We will miss him! It was a pleasure to know him and work with him!

There are so many memories and so much love. I always looked up to Johnny Lee, he was more like a brother to me than a cousin. I will miss him greatly, but I know there is a big party in Heaven! Rest in peace Johnny, love you!

My father loved movies. He loved to experience the lives and feelings of others. He loved a good story. And you knew when a story touched his heart, because he was man enough to cry. My father loved humor. He loved to tease and play tricks. He loved great jokes and would often tell some really good ones... and sometimes really bad ones. Good or bad, he loved to make people laugh, those he knew well, and even those he just met. My father loved reality TV talent shows, like American Idol. He loved to watch people realize their dreams. He loved to see people succeed. He was a supporter, one who would support the hopes and dreams of others. My father loved to encourage. He loved to watch us all succeed in life. He loved to watch us grow. He was always encouraging and never missed the opportunity to tell us how proud he was of us. My father loved family. He loved his family and those who became his family throughout his life. He loved togetherness. My father was happiest when everyone could be there. My father loved to say "I love you". He loved to tell you how much he cared. He would never let that one moment go by without saying how much he loved us, how proud he was of us, and how much he liked it when we were all together. It always seemed a bit silly and often awkward... but today, we know our father loved.

We just got back this evening from the grave site at Rio Frio Cemetery in Leakey. It was beautiful - even in the winter months. Gorgeous day - sunny and around 70 degrees. Johnny had a nice crowd including lots of family and hometown friends. Mason, grandson (5), lead us off with the "Pledge of Allegiance" and concluded by saying the end. Zane, granddaughter, read her written version of "What is a Pappy?" Brian and Stephanie, son and daughter, read their poem they wrote about Johnny - "My Father Loved". There were comforting words from the minister, Doug Smith, from the First Methodist Church of Leakey. My cousin, Les Hill, sang "The Lord's Prayer" exquisitely calming. We concluded visiting with family and friends. Thank you to everyone that attended fulfilling Johnny's final wishes. We came back into our home with a wonderful smell of fresh flowers and lots of plants. I have trouble keeping plants alive, so I'm hoping to plant a few and watch them flourish! I already miss him so much. I wish I could respond personally about every comment made, but they are not set up for capabilities to respond. I do love reading and re-reading stories about Johnny, so keep them coming. Many thanks to Biggers Funeral Home for taking care of everything for us. It's a beautiful facility with people that care!

I would like to say a couple of words about my grandfather. Before I begin, I would like to say don’t look at the birth date, don’t look at the date of his death; but look at the 'dash' which symbolizes all the memories and great times. One word that comes to mind is “inspirazy”- inspiring, yet crazy. My grandpa taught me many things like how to take care of a dog. Still working on that. And treating my brother right. Give us a few years. But he taught me to never give up and always try my best. No matter what it was – karate, beating him at swimming races, holding our breath underwater, and school. I think an important question that I get is, “What’s a Pappy?” Well, the answer is my best friend. A Pappy is someone who knows how to have fun and someone that always has you laughing. The P stands for playful. A is for appreciation. He appreciated everything. He is the most selfless person I know. The next P is for PGA Golf Tournaments. He lived by that show. I always caught him watching it. The last P is for pride. He took a lot of pride in his truck, the things he did at work, at home, and his steaks. I don’t really eat steaks that often, but he sure did know how to cook a steak. He liked his steaks medium rare, just like him. He was very rare and very special

2nd post for "What is a Pappy?" The Y is for “yee-haw”. He was always happy and smiling and he loved to say yee-haw. My grandpa was no ordinary grandpa. He was a cowboy. Sometimes a secret agent. Sometimes a Spanish singer. But always 100% a Pappy and my best friend. Whenever I didn’t want to “hang out” or just be lazy, he would say he was just going to hang out with Pasqualie Girl. Pasqualie Girl, although imaginary, was someone that would always hang out with him no mater what. There will never be a “Pasqualie” Pappy. Because there is only one, the original, the best. And here is one last YEE HAW for the greatest cowboy that ever lived.

Please accept our deepest condolences for your family's loss.