Theresa Jane Hollamon

Obituary For Theresa Jane Hollamon

In loving memory of Theresa Jane Hollamon, born on September 16, 1966, and taken from us on August 6, 2025, in Atlanta GA. A true free spirit, Theresa, a native of Canton, danced through life on her own terms wherever she ventured.

Therea leaves a legacy of love within her family, including her mother, Gail Howell; sons Kenan Williams, Frankie L. Hollamon and Jared Williams. She will be missed by her siblings Tambra Hollamon, Andrew Livingston, Kimberly (Eugene) Hollamon-Cherry Jayvon Howell, along with a score of grandchildren, nieces and nephews.

Through times of sunshine and shadow, Theresa remained indomitable, with a heart that embraced all. She now joins her brothers, Tracy L. and Roderick J. Hollamon, and many beloved family members including her grandparents, Vivian Thomas, Lawyer Hill, Etta & Henry Hollamon, and her stepfather, Nathaniel W. Howell, Jr., in eternal rest.

As we reflect upon her life, we will remember her choice to live freely, unapologetically. In life's winding journey, Theresa she left footprints of hope eternally therefore we carry forward her free spirit.

The family has elected not to have any public services; however, your sustaining prayers are greatly appreciated. Let us pay tribute to the irreplaceable soul that was Theresa, the wild heart and gentle spirit we’ll forever hold near.

At this most intimate time, the beloved family of Theresa Jane Hollamon elected to entrust the Ministry of Comfort & Care and Professional After Care Arrangements with J. E. Washington Funeral Services, 1617 Third Street N.E, Canton, OH, 44704 Phone 330-454-3901

Because I Could Not Stop for Death
By Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed Us –
The Dews drew quivering and Chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –

Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity –