Jerilynn Mary Rae Anne Taylor

April 7, 1949 - November 28, 2020

Jerilynn Mary Rae Anne Taylor, age 71, of Canton, Ohio, passed away Saturday, November 28th, 2020. She was born April 7th, 1949 in Cambridge, Ohio, and graduated in 1967 from Canton McKinley High School. Jerilynn was a member of various churches through the years, including St. Mary’s and Christ the Servant Parish in Canton, Ohio. Jerilynn loved her family and her beloved dog, BenJoseph. She was the happiest in her garden with dirty hands growing herbs, vegetables, and flowers and showing others how its done. Black raspberries, Mamma’s rose, moonflowers, rhubarb and lemongrass were a few favorites. She alighted with every first and subsequent snow, never tiring of the cool temperatures. Toss Elvis, coffee and mowing grass into the mix and you were speaking her language. Her kids and grandkids were her biggest source of pride. She thought they were the smartest, most good looking and talented people on earth. She loved us all unconditionally, even in difficult circumstances, but a deep love always persisted. Jerilynn was preceded in death by her father, Herbert Beynon, mother, Jeroie Frame, and sister Jeroie Sue McGuire. She is survived by husband, Tom Crowley; her children Joel (Jennifer) Adamski, John (Stacy) Adamski, Brandi (Drue) Keller, and Daniel (Misty) Hegal; niece, Melissa (Boomer) Hastry: granddaughters Olivia, Sophia, Ava, and Julia Hegal; grandsons Joel, Dylan, and Ethan Adamski; and great grandchildren. A public graveside service will be on Monday, December 7th, 2020 at 1:00 p.m. at Sunset Hills Memory Gardens, 7920 Frank Ave. N.W. North, Canton, Ohio 44720. In lieu of flowers, send donations in her memory to the Koolen-de Vries Syndrome Foundation (kdvsfoundation.org) Jerilynn's granddaughter is a Kool Kid. She wouldn’t want us to mourn, but to keep her stories alive. So, in that vein, when topics turned to those that extended beyond our control, she would combine two famous Scarlett O’hara phrases to convey how there is little reason to dwell on some things, let’s just move on. So, in her words, about the loss of our mother and grandmother we try our best to say in her Cambridge southern accent, “Fiddle dee dee, I’ll think about that another day.”