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Another picture of our wedding 59 years ago today. Married June 15, 1955. If you click on picture and save to your pictures, it will then come up full size....
- Myrtice Gifford Forsythe
 Added: Jun. 15, 2014
 
This is a picture of our wedding made 59 years ago today, June 15, 1955. We were married 51 years when Bill passed away. He is missed very much.........
- Myrtice Gifford Forsythe
 Added: Jun. 15, 2014
 

- Beverly Chastain
 Added: Mar. 29, 2014
 

- Michelle
 Added: Mar. 24, 2014
 

- Amanda Mizell Phillips
 Added: Aug. 26, 2013
 

- John P. Birosak
 Added: Aug. 7, 2013
 
In memory of the date you died. Miss you very much. Your wife, Myrtice
- Myrtice Gifford Forsythe
 Added: Jul. 28, 2013
 

- Ixie
 Added: Mar. 13, 2013
 
Today, June 15, 2012, would have been our 57th anniversary. Lots of great memories. Miss you!
- Myrtice Gifford Forsythe
 Added: Jun. 15, 2012
 
God Bless. You were thought of today.
- Laurie Davis Hannah
 Added: Feb. 28, 2012
 

- Kim
 Added: Feb. 11, 2012
 

- SD Braddy
 Added: Nov. 25, 2011
 

- karen A. Double Hajek
 Added: Nov. 25, 2011
 

- Beverly
 Added: Aug. 8, 2011
 
May your loved ones take comfort in Christ's promise of everlasting life.
- Darlene T.
 Added: Apr. 21, 2011
 
"IN MEMORY OF YOUR BIRTHDAY, JAN 1, 1936"...........DECEASED JULY 28, 2006..........Love never dies....Love is never lost...Love never ends wherever a beautiful soul has been.......We miss you........Your family, Myrtice and children.
-Anonymous
 Added: Dec. 31, 2010
 

- Billie
 Added: Dec. 31, 2010
 
You were thought of today.
- Laurie Davis Hannah
 Added: Sep. 22, 2010
 

- Fay C. Leonard
 Added: Sep. 21, 2010
 
Here's to a wonderful husband and father!
- jaybee
 Added: Jul. 5, 2010
 
It has been four years that you have been gone. Treasured memories are in my heart, now and forever. Memories are timeless treasures, held so close, everlasting within me. You will always be near and dear to me. Your wife,
- Myrtice
 Added: Jul. 5, 2010
 
its all for love. L.O.V.E.
- Amy Wolfe
 Added: Jun. 29, 2010
 
A bouquet of roses for you on this Valentines Day. ......Love you, your wife
- Myrtice Gifford Forsythe
 Added: Feb. 14, 2010
 

- Steve
 Added: Jan. 11, 2010
 

- Debbie Holth
 Added: Jan. 2, 2010
 
Today Jan.1, 2010, would have been your 74th birthday. I wish so much that you could have been here for us to celebrate it. You are missed so much. Today also was your grandson Austins 19th birthday. I remember how proud you were to have him born on your birthdate and to be able to celebrate it with him thru the years......With love from your wife- Myrtice Gifford Forsythe
- Myrtice Gifford Forsythe
 Added: Jan. 1, 2010
 
IN REMEMBRANCE OF BILL, THIS CHRISTMAS OF 2009................I'm Spending Christmas With Jesus This Year..............I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below.With tiny lights, like Heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow.The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away that tear;For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear.But the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here.I have no words to tell you the joy their voices bring.For it is beyond description to hear the angels sing.I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart.But I am not so far away, we really aren't apart.I cannot tell you of the splendor or the peace inside this placeCan you imagine Christmas with our Savior, face to face?I will ask him to light your spirit as I tell him of your love.So then pray for one another as you lift your eyes above.So be happy for me, dear ones, you know I hold you dear.And be glad I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.I sent you each a special gift, from my heavenly home above.I sent you each a memory of my undying love.After all, love is a gift more precious than pure gold.It was always most important in the stories Jesus told.Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do.For I can't count the blessing or love he has for each of you.So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear.Remember, I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
- Myrtice Gifford Forsythe
 Added: Dec. 19, 2009
 

- Hugs Always~Susan
 Added: Dec. 17, 2009
 

- Myrtice Gifford Forsythe
 Added: Dec. 8, 2009
 
TODAY I VISITED YESTERDAY, A POEM DEDICATED TO MY DECEASED LOVED ONES............A scrapbook page consisting of Bill, my two brother-in-laws, my dad and his brothers and sisters, all that have passed on.
- Myrtice Gifford Forsythe
 Added: Nov. 25, 2009
 
One of Bill's passions was searching for his ancestors and finding out as much as he could about them. I am so glad that he was able to accomplish this before his death. This is a scrapbook page showing his lineage. The two generations above William Earl Forsythe and not showing are Thomas Harmon Forsythe and David Forsythe, who came to the United States the first time in 1770 from Ireland. He returned to Ireland two years later, and then back with his wife Margaret McGibbon. They settled at this time in Virginia. Later to be what is now West Virginia. Then later the migration to Kentucky.
- Myrtice Gifford Forsythe
 Added: Nov. 25, 2009
 
Bill, being a bricklayer wanted to construct his own gravestone. In 1997, he decided to go ahead and do this. He made the columns and all of the concrete parts by hand,(about 18 separate pieces) by building forms and then pouring the concrete into them. He then constructed the body of brick and we then ordered three plaques with our names engraved on each. It is a triple stone, 9 foot in width. It has his name, my name and our mentally handicapped son included. It accomodates three graves. Bill passed away in 2006. This picture was made a year after his demise. The date of death has been inscribed on his personal plaque. By right clicking on your mouse and then view image, enlarges the picture so that it can be adequately seen.
- Myrtice Gifford Forsythe
 Added: Nov. 16, 2009
 
In Memory of my husband, Bill January 1, 1936 to July 28, 2006 Someone Special…… A special person left this world three years ago today, Taking with him my heart, that has had a hard time healing. I know that I will never forget the time we had together. Why he had to go, Has been hard to understand. I know that when you gather the flowers You always leave the withered ones, and take the perfect rose, And that is what God has done. I realize he needed him more, but I really miss him so. I have not won the battle, my loss has just begun. He was my life and he is still with me everyday. His smile, his love, still shine in my heart, that will be with me all the way.
- Myrtice Gifford Forsythe
 Added: Aug. 17, 2009
 
This is a scrapbook page of our wedding, fifty four years ago. The fifteenth day of June 1955. We were married 51 years, one month and thirteen days when Bill went to be with the Lord on July 28th 2006. I miss him so much. He was a great husband and father. Love you, Myrtice
 Added: Jun. 14, 2009
 
MEMORIES OF MY HUSBAND ON FATHERS DAY AND OUR 54TH ANNIVERSARY......Working with his old tools, gadgets, gardening and laying brick,....Riding on that old John Deere tractor,..You used so much....Outside under the hot East Texas blue sky..... You were always happy in most any place, It didn't take much. Always busy around our home, traveling, hunting and at rest with your bible in your hands.........Never a minute was wasted, You found plenty to do. Life to you, was what you made of it, simple things,.. constructing or building things, your garden, all types of fruit trees you planted, grafting. Deer and hog meat on the smoker, that you provided by hunting. It was worth millions to you......The stories you use to tell of your young life. As an adult, your memorable tales of your hunting trips You shared with your brothers,sons and.. later with your son-in-law. One of these I would now, love to hear....That special look on your face, your laugh, Your light blue eyes...These were your very on personal looks and expressions...These I wish I could now see.....Things you said can never be replaced. Some funny, some so very sincere..I use to wonder what you would come up with next..... Your complete surprise which you happily voiced, when we had our third child a girl, our sweet two boys already born, and after our dtr., another sweet son. You really thought you would have all sons, since your family consisted of six boys..........We had special days and special times.... From a quiet moment, to trips that were made, Visiting our children and grandchildren. Many trips tracing and finding all of our ancestors. Some just to special places. You loved all of these excursions. Each was very special at the time.........Not a great amount of money did we have, but you were happy with what we had. Family, home and God.....A special man, this husband of mine...Just one last touch, holding his hand,And hearing his voice, This I do crave........But now he is gone, No more for me to see. But I am sure in heaven, wherever there is something to be done, he can be found......Just look around, his handi-work and memories you will see, and above all,I know he, with our great grandson, baby Ashton, are waiting In heaven for all of their loved ones and me.
- Myrtice Gifford Forsythe
 Added: Jun. 14, 2009
 
Myrtice, In Memory of your beloved BillLove you,Annette
- Annette Teer
 Added: Jan. 31, 2009
 
I miss you soo much papa! Please watch over my baby.Love you.
- Adrianne Praditbatuga
 Added: Oct. 7, 2008
 
ON OUR 40TH ANNIVERSARY, BILL SURPRISED ME, BY HAVING THIS SONG PLAYED FOR ME. IT MEANT A LOT TO ME. BILL HAS NOW BEEN GONE TWO YEARS, AND I MISS HIM SO MUCH.HERE ARE THE LYRICS TO THE SONGTile :Kenny Rogers - THROUGH THE YEARS I can't remember when you weren't there When I didn't care for anyone but you I swear we've been through everything there is Can't imagine anything we've missed Can't imagine anything the two of us can't do Through the years You've never let me down You turned my life around The sweetest days I've found I've found with you Through the years I've never been afraid I've loved the life we've made And I'm so glad I've stayed Right here with you Through the years I can't remember what I used to do Who I trusted whom, I listened to before I swear you've taught me everything I know Can't imagine needing someone so But through the years it seems to me I need you more and more Through the years Through all the good and bad I knew how much we had I've always been so glad To be with you Through the years It's better everyday You've kissed my tears away As long as it's okay I'll stay with you Through the years Through the years When everything went wrong Together we were strong I know that I belonged Right here with you Through the years I never had a doubt We'd always work things out I've learned what love's about By loving you Through the years Through the years You've never let me down You've turned my life around The sweetest days I've found I've found with you Through the years It's better everyday You've kissed my tears away As long as it's okay I'll stay with you Through the years
- Myrtice Gifford Forsythe
 Added: Aug. 2, 2008
 

- Barbara Hammons Davis, Dalt's Mom
 Added: Apr. 16, 2008
 

- Neil B (John 3:16)
 Added: Dec. 16, 2007
 

- Cheryll Cotten
 Added: Dec. 3, 2007
 

- Seagull
 Added: Nov. 2, 2007
 

- Neil B (John 3:16)
 Added: Aug. 19, 2007
 
REST IN PEACE
- C
 Added: Jul. 30, 2007
 
In Memory.
- Barry Hood
 Added: Jun. 14, 2007
 
WHAT I REMEMBER OF MY YOUNG LIFE.........BY W.W. (BILL) FORSYTHE.....PROBABLY WRITTEN SOMETIME IN THE LATER PART OF 2004.........OR EARLY PART OF THE YEAR OF 2005.......I was born to Willard E. and Roberta (Franklin) Forsythe, Jan. 1, 1936, about three miles outside of Lufkin, Texas on Biloxi Rd., now called Ford Chapel Rd. The name was changed right after a tornado came through and destroyed Ford Chapel Church in 1946. Right after this the county paved the road and changed the name. My father was a minister for the Congregational Methodist Church and employed at Lufkin Foundry as a machinist making oil pumping units. My mother was a homemaker. I was one of six boys, starting with the oldest, Richard, Kenneth, Robert, Raymond, Willie (myself) called Bill and Peyton, called Pete. We boys worked the farm. We had milk cows, an old horse named Charley, and a donkey named Jack and hogs. Kenneth and Robert would have milk fights squirting milk on each other while they were milking. We chopped all of our firewood. We smoked our own meat in a smokehouse behind our house. Mother helped when she got through with the household chores. She would can all of the produce. Our mother was the heart of the family, she kept everybody together. After church every Sunday, even after we were married, she wanted us all there for Sunday dinner. She was a very giving person. Dad was a mild, quiet, unassuming person, except for when he was preaching. The older boys trapped animals for skins to sell. They sold them for fifteen to thirty cents apiece. We brothers didn't always get along, but we stuck together and helped one another. Growing up like this made a strong bond among us that last to this present day. We never felt sorry for ourselves. We seemed to enjoy everything, even the hard things....... Up the hill and across the road from my home on what is now my brother Raymonds land, was my grandparents place. His name was Willie Twigg Franklin and hers was Ella Renfro Franklin. My grandmother died one year and two months after I was born. I remember Papa Franklin, he was crippled when he was a young man playing leap frog, which is an old time game, where one child would bend down and the other would jump over him. Papa and his younger daughters and Hubert, his son, still lived on the land above us when I was small. He later moved to Houston to live with another daughter, Luna, and died there I think, in 1943. I have part of their genealogy in the Angelina Co. History Book...... When I was very young, I remember playing under the table while mother and women from the neighborhood quilted. I remember when she washed out of a washpot. I helped build the fires under the pot and would help squeeze water out of the clothes and hang them to dry. Later on, on cold days we moved the wringer washer and tubs in the house to do the washing. Until some of the boys got old enough to milk the cow, she milked also. She was a really good mother and took very good care of the family and our home. For the times, she had very good furniture. She had pretty drapes, oriental rugs, and wallpaper which she hung herself. She loved to fish and after I got old enough to get a car I would take her. She went well prepared. She never forgot anything she would need, which made for a real pleasant fishing trip........ Some of my earliest memories was of a man we called Uncle Tom Williams. He really wasn't kin. He came by and told us the Second World War had started. It really upset my mother because of my older brothers. We had a big radio in the living room that picked up short wave. My brother Raymond and I would listen to the Germans and Japanese speaking. You could hear the bombs dropping and guns going off. I must have been about four years old. That's the year I ran across the road and a pickup hit me and knocked me about twenty foot, and broke my left arm. Kenneth had got a bicycle. He would ride it on the road in front of our house. We would throw mud balls at him when he passed. The older boy's would put a little pine limb in their mud ball and when thrown it would whistle. I thought this was real neat. I wasn't tall enough to get a pine limb, so I decided to cross the road to get one of theirs that they had thrown. I got half way and the brothers started yelling at me, I stopped in the middle of the road and that was when I was hit. Luckily Dad had just drove up, he and Richard carried me to town to have my arm set. They took me to Dr. P. C. Clements office, but another Dr. set my arm. At that time the road in front of our house was not paved. It was dirt up to the tax office at the edge of town. There was always Sunday dinners at our house with lots of company and good food. Remembrances of going to Church and seeing lots of friendly people. We children played ante-over, marbles, fished, and hunted. We had a railroad track about a mile behind our house. Tramps traveled it. They would come by our house for food. Mother always fed them......... Some of our neighbors that lived close by were Frank Rhodes and family, Hubbards, the Huffs, Davis family, Smith, Jones, Baileys and others. One of my favorites, was John Sewright, he use to bring me peanuts. He was always joking us kids. His wife cooked for the school. She was always slipping me peanut butter cookies when I would bring firewood for her to cook with. Saturdays, I would sit out front under the oak tree and watch the wagon's go by, and occasionally a T Model Ford. The women in the wagons wore bonnets. Several people would ride by on their horses, going to town to get groceries. As I grew older I would pick blackberries, muskidymes, or any wild fruit I could find and would sell them for whatever I could get. I sold assorted cards, grit papers, cleaned out water wells and dug new wells. I almost died in a well when I was overcome with methane gas. This was for the same man that hit me with the pickup when I was younger. At this time I was beginning to think he was bad luck for me. I tried picking cotton, picking dried peas, bunching peanut hay, loading pulpwood, working construction, tying steel, working at service stations, machine shop welding, pouring concrete, and helping bricklayers. I laid some of my first brick at twelve years old building a brick foundation for Mr. Chatman Dorsett and made $40.00, it took me two weeks. At about this same time I built my mother a set of brick steps. In 1947 or 48 we moved to Pelly, Tx., now known as Baytown. I sold junk iron off oil derricks that oilmen gave me. A friend of mine, named ? Carraway, stripped down an old car that his grandmother gave him, so we could haul junk iron. We made pretty good money during that time. I fished for crab on Tabs Bay and would peddle them up and down the streets for a dollar a dozen. We moved back to Lufkin in 1949......... The house and land right down from us, where the Luna's live today, had German prisoners working there during the Second World War. I must have been about six years old. My brother Raymond and I would go visit the prisoners. Some of them could speak English. Some were professional people like Doctors and Lawyers. They seemed like very nice people. When we had the chance we went swimming in local ponds. I nearly drowned when I was about eight years old when a neighbor boy that was nearly grown, said he would teach me to swim. I was ready to learn. He took me out in the real deep water and turned me loose. I sunk like a rock. I could feel myself drinking down water. If it had not been for my brother Robert, I would have drowned. Every once in a while one of my older brothers that had a car would go fishing down on the river and we, the younger brothers, would get to go with them. Mostly we were used, to get wood for the campfire, but it was real exciting for us, even though we slept right on the ground........ My Dad preached all over Texas, Louisiana, Ms., and Ala. I would travel with him a lot. When we would go to Louisiana, he would let me drive when he got tired. I was very young when I first drove, probably about eight to ten years old. We brothers were taught to be very self sufficient, by our Father and Mother at a young age. We are very proud of them for this. I went to school at Biloxi, a three room country school with a kitchen, about a mile from our home. We played softball against other schools. We looked forward to holidays like any child, although we didn't get the material things like children get today. We always had a good time with each other, cousins and other kin. Everytime I had a chance, I fished and hunted on the creeks near our home. We learned to drive nails at an early age on our grandmothers house which stood where my house stands today We built my older brothers house also. We worked on churches, and added on to our house. In my teens I helped different brick contractors. My brother Robert and Jack Moody went into contracting brick , and I went to work for them as a helper. It was about this time I decided I wanted to be a bricklayer also. We worked mostly in River Oaks in Houston building bath houses and swimming pools. We worked for Lockher Construction and another company, I forget their name now. I met some leading citizens of Houston. I met Ash Robinson and his daughter who was a professional Horse rider. She married a Doctor Hill, who later was suspected of killing her. There is now a movie about this. We worked on Governor Shivers house in Woodville, Texas. I was able to meet quite a few celebrities. Robert and I worked on the Dayton, Texas High School, and the Beaumont and Orange, Texas Shipyards, laying firebrick in the ships boilers. I then came back home and rebuilt an old 1940 Ford. (I owned my first car when I was fourteen, this was before the Ford). After working in Nacogdoches on the Methodist Church, we built the Firehouse on North Street. We built another Firehouse on the street going toward San Augustine, Texas. The contractor was Dick Sullivan. The bricklayers were Jimmie Shirley, Red Williams, Brandon, Ward, and Robert Forsythe. Thurmon Curtis and I were the helpers......... Work slowed down after the above work and rebuilding the 1940 Ford. ( I replaced a fender, hood, window, and a transmission. My brother Kenneth helped me fix the transmission.).........I moved to Houston, Texas. For a while I stayed with some friends that had lived in Lufkin before moving to Pasadena, Texas. Then for a while with my brother Robert. Then with my older brother Richard. I got a job welding for a company off of Longpoint Rd. A person that I knew told me that a contractor was looking for a bricklayer, so I went to work for him. His name was Potter. While driving down Wayne Street where I lived with my brother Richard and family, I saw a girl twirling outside, next door to where I was living. I met her, started going with her, and married her........I became a Brick Contractor at the age of twenty and started building my home on Oct. 6, 1959, my wifes birthday, when I was 23. At that time we had two sons……………………............Postscript………I, Myrtice Gifford Forsythe was this girl. I was sixteen and one half years old. Bill was eighteen. We met in April 1954 and married June 15, 1955. We had four children, Cary, Brent, Vonda and Travis. We were married for 51 years, one month and 13 days when Bill died from a brain tumor, July 28, 2006. This writing was just found today, Jan. 20, 2007, amongst some of his papers that were with his bible. His brain cancer, we were completely unaware of, with no symptoms, became apparent about the 27th of Jan. 2006....... Bill quit school at the beginning of the eighth grade but he had a wide variety of self education . He went on to become a well known Brick Contractor in Lufkin, Texas, and was a well respected individual in his community.01/20/2007
- Written before his death, by BILL FORSYTHE
 Added: Jan. 21, 2007
 

- Patsy D
 Added: Jan. 3, 2007
 
Tomorrow, August 1, 2006 will mark 25 years to the day, when I first met Bill. I had plans on taking his daughter, Vonda, out on a date. When I came to pick her up, she quickly informed me that no one took her out on a date without first meeting her parents. "I didn't know this was going to be a package deal". Well I went inside and met them and I guess I passed inspection, because he let me leave with his daughter.Eighteen months later, I married Vonda and was welcomed into the Forsythe Family. Over the past 25 years, I have come to know each of the "Forsythe Boys" and their clans pretty well. Bill, Robert, Raymond, Pete and Richard. Kenneth was already deceased. Each one is a little different than the other, yet when assembled, fit together like pieces in a jigsaw puzzle, presenting a picture of what family ought to be.Today we are gathered here to honor one of the corner pieces of the Forsythe Family, W. W. (Bill) Forsythe. I felt more scared than honored when Bill asked me to say a few words at his funeral. Today as I stand before you, I feel more honored than scared as I share with you a few of my thoughts about Bill and some of the good times we were able to share together.I found Bill to be a very generous man. Many of you here today can also attest to this. I lived just down the trail from Bill and Myrtice for nearly 20 years. I always looked forward to springtime because I knew it wouldn't be long before Bill would show up on my doorstep with a sack of fresh vegetables. As spring turned into summer, He would make daily deliveries , even though we had no more room for them. And if we weren't home when he came a knockin', he would just leave them on the front porch. He just kept on coming.He also invested a lot of his time planting and cultivating fruit trees. When I look in his yard today, I see apple trees, pear trees, fig trees, persimmon trees, plum trees, banana trees, and more pecan trees than you can shake a stick at. He has even improved the yield that these trees produce through grafting techniques that I am not intelligent enough to discuss with you to today. Maybe some of you have been the beneficiaries of his talents in this area.Bill was also generous to me with his knowledge and time. He would tell me how to do something, but more importantly, he would show me how. It didn't matter to Bill if the task was pleasant or not. It may have been digging up a septic line, working on my beat up cars, fixing up my house or hunting, he was always there. If Bill would hear me working at the house, it wouldn't be ten minutes before he would show up, hammer-in-hand, ready to work. More times than not, he would show me a better way of doing what I was doing without being critical. He spent the better part of ten years making sure his daughter and her husband had a decent place to live.His handiwork is on display all over Angelina County. One of the last things he wanted to do was ride around town and take pictures of all the houses he had bricked in Lufkin. "I think they ran out of film."He took a lot of pride in what he did and tried to convey that with me. The job had to be done to his specifications. And that a job done halfway wasn't worth doing. He did little things that made a good job a special job.One of the more pleasant things he taught me was how to hunt. I was around 23 years old the 1st time he took me with him. We went to Comfort, Texas and I was able to shoot my first buck off of Roberts stand. I shot the first buck that came out and was able to bring him down. I was so proud and couldn't wait to show Bill. When he saw the buck he carried on like it was the biggest buck in the world. I found those antlers years later in his barn. They were small enough to fit on a Chihuahua's head, but he saved them anyway. Over the years we were able to share many hunting trips together. One of the most memorable trips occurred 3 or 4 years ago, when we went Mule Deer hunting on the Mexican Border. It was a free hunt that I had arranged through a business acquaintence of mine. We headed out the Saturday after Thanksgiving and had to drive over 500 miles. The last 20 miles was on unpaved roads that wound around through the mountains. The directions weren't very clear and we got lost ! We drove around for 3 hours, hoping not to run out of gas and trying to find either the campsite or civilization, whichever came first. (Did you know that all mountains look alike when you're lost).Anyway we found civilization first and had to spend the first night of our big huntin' trip in a motel in Van Horn, Texas. I looked at Bill and could tell that he what he was thinking. "Some Huntin' Trip this turned out to be." The next morning I phoned my friend and we were aable to find the campsite. It was a beautiful place and we both had high hopes. We had several conversations that day about all of the meat we were going to bring home. My friend Phil, had a trailer ready for us with electricity and running water. WHAT A DEAL!But the deal turned sour a few hours after we got there when the transformer blew. ( We had no electricity all week) I was panicking, but Bill said don't worry, there is plenty of mesquite lying around to build a fire with. We can cook over an open fire and keep ourselves warm.We began hunting the next morning with no luck. In fact we had no luck for 7 straight hunts. In fact, we didn't see a living thing for 7 straight hunts. I was afraid Bill would use me for target practice for bringing him out there and wasting his time. On our last hunt that trip, he saw several mule deer on top of the mountain we had climbed and he took off after them. He caught up to them but couldn't shoot because does were not legal to shoot in that county.As we were packing to head home, I began to apoligize for bringing him out there. He stopped me and said that this was one of the best weeks of his life and that he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.We came home that week with something more important than meat. We came home with a comraderie that few men share. I came home with memories of Bill that I will share with my family for generations to come.Three months ago I was priviledged to take Bill on one last hunt. We went to Fredricksburg to hunt Axis deer. Neither he or I had ever hunted this exotic deer before and we were both ready for the challenge. If you want to see the results of that hunt, stop by and visit Myrtice sometime and look at the mantle above her fireplace. The results are proudly on display.As you leave this service today, I ask that you think back on your association with Bill. Whether he was your husband, your father, your grandfather, your brother, your uncle, your friend, or your acquaintance and treasure the memories and good times you were able to spend with him."Bill you will be missed"JAN. 1, 1936-JULY 28, 2006EULOGY- by Bruce Wade BeardenSon-in-law PICTURE MADE MAY 30, 2006
- Bruce Bearden
 Added: Sep. 12, 2006
 
"OUR ENGAGEMENT PICTURE"........"THOUGHTS THAT BILL EXPRESSED IN THE MONTHS BEFORE HIS DEATH"........IF TOMORROW STARTS WITHOUT ME"If tomorrow starts without me, And I'm not there to see, If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me; I wish so much you wouldn't cry the way you did today, While thinking of the many things, We didn't get to say. I know how much you love me, As much as I love you, And each time that you think of me, I know you'll miss me too; But when tomorrow starts without me, Please try to understand, that an angel came and called my name, And took me by the hand, And said my place was ready, In heaven far above, And that I'd have to leave behind all those I dearly love. But as I turned to walk away, A tear fell from my eye, For all my life, I'd always thought, I didn't want to die. I had so much to live for, So much left yet to do, it seemed almost impossible, that I was leaving you. I thought of all the yesterdays, The good ones and the bad, I thought of all that we shared, And all the fun we had. If I could relive yesterday, Just even for a while, I'd say good-bye and kiss you and maybe see you smile. But then I fully realized, That this could never be, For emptiness and memories, would take the place of me. And when I thought of worldly things, I might miss some tomorrow, I thought of you, and when I did, My heart was filled with sorrow. But when I walked through heaven's gates, I felt so much at home. When God looked down and smiled at me, From His great golden throne, He said, "This is eternity, And all I've promised you." Today your life on earth is past, but here life starts anew. I promise no tomorrow, But today will always last, and since each day is the same way, There's no longing for the past. So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart, For every time you think of me, I'm right here, in your heart.
- Myrtice Gifford Forsythe
 Added: Aug. 19, 2006
 
Amazing Grace was sung at Bill's funeral. Also In The Garden, and Beulah Land.
- Myrtice Gifford Forsythe
 Added: Aug. 19, 2006
 
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