Obituary of Herschel Evans Ashley

Herschel E. Ashley, 61 years old, departed this life on Tuesday, January 26, 2021 at his home in Charlestown, Massachusetts. Herschel E. Ashley was born on November 23, 1959 in Boston, Massachusetts, the son of the late Melvin E. Ashley, Sr. and Wanda M. Ashley. Herschel graduated from Copley Square High School in 1978. He served in the United States Army and was honorably discharged. He later was employed as a correctional officer at Deer Island. Herschel loved to read and collect comic books and loved music. He had an excellent sense of humor, and liked to make people laugh. Herschel’s infectious smile, accentuated by his dimples, was something everyone noticed in his presence. Herschel was also very considerate to his family and friends. Herschel is survived by his sister, Donna Scott, his brothers Winston Ashley {Andrea), Melvin E. Ashley Jr., Nephew, Jeremy, nieces, Gemma, Lauren and Ashley, great nephews and nieces, cousins, and friends. Herschel was preceded in death by his father, Melvin E. Ashley, Sr., his mother, Wanda M. Ashley, his sister, Electra G. Ashley, his uncles, Ernest N. Ashley, Jr., Louis E. Ashley, and Ivan R. Ashley. DRINKING FROM MY SAUCER Poem by John Paul Moore I’ve never made a fortune and it’s probably too late now. But I don’t worry about that much I am happy anyhow. And as I go along life’s way, I’m reaping better than I sowed. I’m drinking from my saucer because my cup has overflowed. I haven’t got a lot of riches, and sometimes the going’s tough But I’ve got loved ones around me, and that makes me rich enough. I thank God for His blessings, and the riches He’s bestowed I’m drinking from my saucer, because my cup has overflowed. I remember times when things went wrong, my faith wore somewhat thin, But all at once the dark clouds broke, and the sun peeped through again. So God, help me not to gripe about the tough rows that I’ve hoed. I’m drinking from my saucer, because my cup has overflowed. If God gives me strength and courage when the way grows steep and rough I’ll not ask for other blessings, I’m already blessed enough. And may I never be too busy, to help others bear their loads; Then I’ll keep drinking from my saucer, because my cup has overflowed.