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In Loving Memory Of Terry Lee Woodhull Jr.


Someone We Know, A True Friend.
He was there for us all, When we needed a hand.
It is hard to see him go, But inside he is here.
And that we all know, Because he shared our fears.
He shared our tears, He was our shoulder to cry on.
He was the One, who never missed out on the fun.
He made us Laugh, He made us Cry.
God was kind enough, to give us this kind of guy
Now we must remember, all the time we had
The fun we shared, When things weren't so bad.
We all Loved him, So very much.
He was our friend to rely on.
He was and is forever in our hearts.

By Cody, june 18,1999

I haven't grieved for you the way I should.
The way you deserve.
So I go out to my yard to stare at the mountains.
and think of you
Until I see a frog in my flower bed, a bird in my tree,
a bee buzzes by
If you were here
you would drag me to go hiking, fishing,
to see a movie
You would say
" Aunt Pam, can't we do, do , do something,
and not stare at the mountains"?
I haven't grieved for you because
every thought I have of you
Makes me want to smile


By Pam july 18,1999


Sarah Mclachlan -" Angel"
From the Album - Surfacing


Spend all your time waiting,
for that second chance,
for a break that would make it okay.
there's always one reason,
to feel not good enough,
and it's hard at the end of the day

I need some distraction, oh beautiful release,
memory seeps from my veins, let me be empty
and weightless and maybe,
I'll find some peace tonight.

In the arms of an angel,
fly away from here,
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear,
you are pulled from the wreckage,
of your silent reverie,
you're in the arms of the angel,
may you find some comfort there.

So tired of the straight line,
and everywhere you turn,
there's vultures and thieves at your back,
and the storm keeps on twisting,
you keep on building the lie,
that you make up for all that you lack.
it don't make no difference,
escaping one last time,
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh,
this glorious sadness
that brings me to my knees.

In the arms of an angel,
fly away from here,
from this dark cold hotel room,
and the endlessness that you fear,
you are pulled from the wreckage,
of your silent reverie.
you're in the arms of the angel,
may you find some comfort there.
you're in the arms of the angel,
may you find some comfort

You're in the arms of the angel,
My son, may you find some comfort there "






About Terry

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