In Memory of

Jessie

Mae

Dailey

(Page)

Obituary for Jessie Mae Dailey (Page)

And God stepped out on space, and he looked around and said: I’m lonely—I’ll make me a world.
And far as the eye of God could see darkness covered everything, blacker than a hundred midnights down in a cypress swamp.
Then God smiled, and the light broke, and the darkness rolled up on one side, and the light stood shining on the other, and God said: That’s good!...
On January 19, 2019, while surrounded by her family, Jessie W. Dailey was called home to be with The Lord. She was born Jessie M. Page to Jesse and Inez Page on August 14, 1941 in Honey Island, Texas. She was the first of nine children and spent her early years in East Texas. After attending school in Honey Island, she came to Houston with her family in May of 1955.

She graduated from Phyllis Wheatley in 1958 and later continued her education at Texas Southern University and Houston Community College where she obtained her Associates degree.

Jessie loved The Lord and raised her family to believe as well. Working in His kingdom was not just words, but also deeds. As a COGIC missionary, her yearly travels took her to Africa, South America and Cuba numerous times. She also worked with the COGIC International Nurses Unit and attended the annual Holy Convocations working on their Health Staff.

She leaves to mourn her mother, Inez Page, seven children, Raymond Page (Quesandris), Carvelyn Page, Christopher Welch (Tracy), Derek Welch (Sabrina), Sharon Pusey, Durable Caston and Morris Long (Callie), 17 grandchildren, a number of great grandchildren, two sisters, four brothers and a host of nieces and nephews.

…Up from the bed of the river God scooped the clay; and by the bank of the river He kneeled him down; and there the great God Almighty who lit the sun and fixed it in the sky, who flung the stars to the most far corner of the night, who rounded the earth in the middle of his hand; this great God, like a mammy bending over her baby, kneeled down in the dust toiling over a lump of clay till he shaped it in is his own image;

Then into it he blew the breath of life, and man became a living soul.