Jeremy Michael Eason, passed away peacefully with family by his side on January 29,2026 at age 38. Jeremy was born to Michael A. Eason and Kimberly L. Files (Fooks) on April 23, 1987.
He was a devoted husband and proud father and a wonderful friend to many. Jeremy was known for his bright smile that he brought upon others. He lived by the philosophy that hard work and kindness is what defines a person. He loved hunting, fishing and grilling along with being outdoors with his family and friends. He was an Avid motorcycle rider and a devoted family man. He loved Motorcycles like he loved his family.
Jeremy is preceded in death by his parents Michael A. Eason and Kimberly L. Files (Fooks).
Left to Treasure his memories his beloved wife Tina Eason, son Charlie, and daughter Felicia of Bauxite Ar, daughter Kayla and Thomas, 3 granddaughters Ashlyn, Ryleigh,and Micah of Malvern Ar, daughter Breana Eason, brother and best friends Joe Frawley of Little rock, Michael and Jessie of Romance Ar.
Jeremy will have a private burial at this time with a memorial service to be announced at a later date.
Arrangements by A Natural State Funeral Service 2620 West Main Street, Jacksonville, Arkansas 72076. 501-982-3400. Online guestbook available at www.anaturalstatefuneralservice.com
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You will be missed by many people brother life is fragile can’t believe it was ur time to go home love you bro
A sad event to have another relative passing away, before his time. Creating a void in my heart! He will be missed by so many, especially his family members! A grandson, is now absent!
Jeremy my brother you will be missed. Just wish we hadn’t grown apart the way we did. Much love and may you R.I.L
In the bottom of an old pond lived some grubs who could not understand why none of their group ever came back after crawling up the stems of the lilies to the top of the water. They promised each other that the next one who was called to make the upward climb would return and tell what happened to him. Soon one of them felt an urgent impulse to seek the surface; he rested himself on the top of the lily pad and went through a glorious transformation which made him a dragonfly with beautify wings. In vain he tried to keep his promise. Flying back and forth over the pond, he peered down at his friends below. Then he realized that even if they could see him, they would not recognize such a radiant creature as one of their number. The fact that we cannot see our friends or communicate with them after the transformation, which we call death, is not proof that they cease to exist. –Walter Dudgley Cavert (by permission).
-Volunteer with the Dragonfly Project.
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