Frederick Coney Allen

Jackson,
No words I can say will truly ease your sorrow. Just know that I am here should you need to talk or share more stories about your father. Take comfort that he lived a long and beautiful life.

Mr. Allen was my 12th grade teacher for Humanities and AP English at Fletcher. He was the best classroom teacher that I ever had. He had a real joy for the subjects that he taught and brought Beowolf and Shakespeare alive in the classroom. I was lucky enough to see him in Publix a few years ago, re-introduce myself and tell him how much I enjoyed his classes. Fletcher was a better place for having Mr. Allen on its staff.

Dear Jack,
With all my heart and soul, I send you deep abiding love and gratitude, for being the amazing brother of my oldest childhood friend Ricky, and the incredible son of Mr. Allen, who was the gentleman who lived across the street from my family in Atlantic Beach, Florida.

My earliest memories are of playing with you and Ricky after school, every day-going over to your house, walking into the kitchen, being greeted by your father, with the table always pre-set for...