Shawn lived in Odessa for almost all of his life, where he enjoyed the small-town life. Shawn loved animals and spent countless hours with his three dogs and two cats, all of which he took in as rescue or stray animals. He enjoyed spending time with his family and friends, especially enjoying the visits with his nephew, Tommy. They spent many hours together, playing video games and riding the Odyssey.
Despite all of life's hurdles, in recent years, Shawn had made progress in bettering himself and his life. He was always willing to help others, even strangers on the street, in any way he could. Shawn will be deeply missed by his family and friends.
Shawn is survived by his mother, Audrey Fredrickson; sisters, Brenda and Jennifer; and nephew, Tommy.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.
Shawn lived in Odessa for almost all of his life, where he enjoyed the small-town life. Shawn loved animals and spent countless hours with his three dogs and two cats, all of which he took in as rescue or stray animals. He enjoyed spending time with his family and friends, especially enjoying the visits with his nephew, Tommy. They spent many hours together, playing video games and riding the Odyssey.
Despite all of life's hurdles, in recent years, Shawn had made progress in bettering himself and his life. He was always willing to help others, even strangers on the street, in any way he could. Shawn will be deeply missed by his family and friends.
Shawn is survived by his mother, Audrey Fredrickson; sisters, Brenda and Jennifer; and nephew, Tommy.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.
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