Quilt Row 5-Square 2-Jerry Tharp

Row 5

Square 2


October 31, 2004

Jerry was born January 9, 1952 in Indianapolis and was raised in Deerfield Beach, Fl.  He worked 23 years in commercial diving.  In 1995, he launched honey-do for hire, an independent contracting company specializing in remodeling.

Jerry was affiliated with Family Life Christian Center and Asbury Methodist Church.

Jerry lived life with unbounded exuberance.  An avid golfer and sea lover, he was also a gifted stained glass artist, woodworker and pyrotechnician.  He will be remembered as an enormously generous man who shared his talents without hesitation.  His choice to be an organ donor in death is a further testimony to that generosity.


Jerry Tharp was our friend.

He lived life big

And though by any measure we all agree that his life was too short

Jerry, that sly one, that canaille one, packed many lifetimes into one

Almost as if he knew.

He lived life with an appreciation for beauty.

He created beautiful things in stained glass and wood and metal

He also saw beauty and appreciated it in nature and other people

He made Brenda Mounier his wife.

What more can we say?

Jerry lived life with a generous heart

Lending tools and time and expertise to our many projects

Offering the gift of life to others even with his last breath.

He lived life passionately.

From the golf course to the barbecue pit to the deep blue sea,

He brought exuberance to both work and play.

He reminded us that we should observe moderation in all things,

Even moderation.

Jerry lived life over and over again,

Aware that redemption is for those who are not afraid

To remake themselves and to get up after a fall

To find the best in themselves and in others, if not today, then perhaps tomorrow.

Jerry made sparks and fire

Not only on New Year’s Eve

But throughout his time on this earth.

So this little poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay seemed especially fitting:

First Fig

My candle burns at both ends;

It will not last the night;

But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-

If gives a lovely light.

Edna St. Vincent Millay


Hi.  My name is Brenda.

Today I’m here to honor my husband.

His name was Jerry.

Jerry Ray Tharp.

Jerry was anything but ordinary.

Jerry was a lover of life.  

Jerry was a donor.

He was raised in the sunshine of South Florida, Jimmy Buffet style.

He was Jack and Marilyn’s son, Jackie’s brother, Kurt’s brother-in-law,

And Jason and Joe’s father.

Jerry was a lover of life.

He was a donor.

He was a sailor, a tailor, a stained glass maker,

a Skoal dipper, an acrobat, an “M & M” eater,

and a fish in water.

Jerry was a lover of life.

He was a donor.

He was passionate, energetic, intense

and fun beyond all limits.

He was a cabinet maker, a romantic, a great hugger

and a “cool dude” according to our little niece Ali.

A tornado of talent and love he was.

Lover of life.

A donor.

He built me a window box, taught me how to ski

and sewed me a skirt and blouse that fit perfectly.

He took Cajun dance lessons just for me.

Wrote me a letter entirely in French for our 1st anniversary,

He loved to eat, drink and be merry.

He enjoyed his fish pond, his cat Minnie

And never met a golf course he didn’t like.

He was a Renaissance man.

He was my man.

A lover of life.

A donor.