Silas Manion

Date of Death: 
Monday, August 17, 2020

A well-traveled and remarkable man of faith in our Lord Jesus Christ, Silas Manion passed away unexpectedly on August 17th 2020, at the age of 65.

Silas left this world doing the one thing he enjoyed doing most of his life, driving. Silas was a baseball fan, cheering on both the White Sox and Cubs, but his favorite team was the Houston Astros. Silas was born in Chicago, Illinois on May 2, 1955, where he grew up in the uptown area. He attended Stockton Elementary, where he was an excellent student and his beautiful voice was always featured in assemblies. He then attended Senn High School, where he was on the baseball team. When he graduated, he became a freshman at Illinois State University. He developed a passion for cosmetology and explored his interest in that by beginning classes.

Silas then moved to Houston, Texas, to be closer to his father's family. While there he attended Lake Wood Bible College, joined the army, and drove a cab, where he was recognized as Driver of the Month for quickly acting to save a man's life. He was personal friends with both, famous pastors, John and Joel Osteen. Silas was a man of both faith and renewed belief in others and himself. He was loved by many but loved others so much more. This love of others brought him back to Chicago, where he took care of his mother when she was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease, up until she passed.

Silas is survived by his step-father, Gerald Marlatt. In addition, his sister Fabiola (Marlatt) and, husband, Ernest York, along with their children and spouses, Alan Marlatt and, significant other, Alma B., Robert York, Ernest and, wife, Breanne (Carey) York, April (Marlatt) and, husband, Sakou Locke, April York, and Daniel and, wife, Paige (Granger) York. He is also survived by nephews and a niece Kyle K., Luke M., Isaiah B., Joseph (Bo) B., Logan L., and Hannah B. Silas was preceded in death by his dad, Thomas L. Manion, mother, Trudy (Grunebaum) Marlatt, Aunt, Neva (Manion) Parker, Uncle, Jerry Murrel, Aunt, Elizabeth (Grunebaum) Murrel, Cousin, Rita H. Murrel and nephew, Andrew Marlatt.

Visitation: 
Sunday, August 23, 2020 - 2:00pm to 6:00pm
Monday, August 24, 2020 - 11:00am
Interment: 
Irving Park Cemetery

Guestbook

Alan
Silas I still remember our 4 in the morning talks. I still remember you asking me if I wanted a coffee occasionally. I miss you and feel like I lost my faithful advisor and Uncle. You told me things would get better and to never stop trying. You believed in me and even I must say I believed in you too as I told you so many times. I’m still at a loss for how coincidental I found out what happened that day you passed. I feel like some how or some way you called to me. I wanted to wait to write you this because I wasn’t ready to really understand that you live no more. Uncle Silas I love you no matter our disagreements we had, we had many but you were still the Uncle I love. I’ll never forget that you told me of how you sang on that Latino station that night in Chicago and how proud grandma was of you. I miss you and I will never be the same. I love you Uncle Silas and hope we see each other again.
Alan
Today is August 17, 2021. I don’t know if this is a thing and it is for me. It’s been a year Uncle since you walked out that door at 5 a.m. and I called you at 7 a.m. and it was not you that answered the your phone. I miss you. This same day your sister (my mom) was still alive and I had to call her and tell her I was at the hospital with you, and you were gone. It’s strange how people we know in life don’t take a moment to remember us in passing. You had a helping hand in Joel Olsteen’s life and I tried contacting him about your passing and he never so much as even signed your guest book. Well despite that Uncle I’m here, and I love you and I remember you. I have been to see you grandma, mom, and pooter many times. I tried to do what mom and you asked but honestly that’s out of my hands. I must let things be. I will visit you again soon. I love you very much and miss all of you so much.