When people ask me how I am doing, I often answer, “I’m blessed, in spite of myself” The truth
is, my journey of 63 years was filled with moments and experiences that could have led to a life
of sorrow and pain. Yet, it was by God’s grace, and love, that I was able to build lasting
friendships and ultimately a family that loved and cared for me until the Lord called me home.
My name is Shirley Ann Green, but you probably know me as Shell. I was born October 6, 1957,
to my mother Hattie Mae Jones and father A.D. Jones. I’m the eldest of three, and older sister to
Maurice Jones, who preceded me in death, and Lori Jones. And as much as my younger
siblings could be a pain, they were always there for me through thick and thin. I’m grateful for
my family and the strong relationships we built with each other and our children.
Growing up on the Westside of Chicago gave me tough skin. I grew into a confident, bold,
“grown ass woman” who loved to enjoy life. I fell in love and was married to Homer Green. He
loved me and my daughter Jacinta “Shontel” Jones and cared for her as if she was his own. We
went on to have two children Homer Jones and Terrence “Alex” Green. Although our marriage
eventually ended, there was always love there. He continued to love all our children and support
them as they grew into adults.
My three children blessed me with a large, beautiful family. Shontel brought me five
grandchildren, who went on to bring me seven great grandchildren. Alex brought me four
grandchildren. My family tree grows stronger with each year. Every branch is a lasting memory.
A tree rooted in the love of family, in faith in God, and in the belief of life everlasting. A legacy
that will live on beyond my wildest dreams. I pray that each of you know that I loved you
because each of you were a reminder of God’s love and light in my life.
In addition to my children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren, I leave behind my son in law
Lawrence Mack, my daughter in law Alexandra Green, my niece and nephews, my chosen
sisters Patricia and Linda, and a host of family and friends.
It was on June 25th, 2021, that I was freed from pain and called home. As my time on earth
slowly came to an end, I was surrounded by my loving family and friends.
To my sister Lori Jones, thank you for your love and kindness. I know that I did not say thank
you often, but I am truly grateful to have you as my sister, my caretaker, and my best friend.
Thank you for always being there for me.
And to my children, I may not have been the perfect mother, but I loved you more than you could
ever imagine. Thank you for giving me a reason to live and to push through the last few difficult
years. It was time for me to stop fighting so that I could truly be free. I look forward to spending
eternity with you in heaven.