Jamie “Woody” Simmons – Age 49, passed away February 25, 2018 in Nashville, TN.
Survived by his loving wife, Angela Simmons; (Removed names of living other than wife)
Visitation with the family will be held from 10:00 a.m. until 1:00 p.m. with the service at 1:00 p.m .on Saturday, March 3, 2018 at Highland Park Church, 5710 Knob Rd., Nashville, TN 37209 with Pastor Dale Robble officiating.
Graveside service will follow at White House Memorial Gardens, 3639 US-31W., White House, TN 37188 Pallbearers include: Gene Cook, Mike Simmons, Jonathan Baisden, Kevin Couturier, Davy Ford, Jeff Sumner, Randall Turner, Matthew Marth, and Paul Simmons
Services are open for all to come and celebrate Jamie and if you ride a motorcycle, feel free to come be part of the funeral procession.
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In 1984, Jamie joined Simmonz, the group his brothers Mike Simmons (a guitarist) and Paul Simmons (a drummer, who would go on to play in the first lineup of Th' Legendary Shack Shakers) had started with singer Cash Easlo — a time when metal bands were few and far between in Nashville. Simmonz hasn't played regularly in some time, but still got together occasionally to play for enthusiastic
audiences. Simmons was also well-known to doctors at Vanderbilt for his complete recovery from a serious motorcycle accident in 2012. He was called the Miracle man at Vanderbilt Hospital 6 years ago _ Letter written by his wife Angie:
How do I sum up the man my husband was or continues to be in a letter? How do I explain the love we had or the bond we shared? I haven’t figured that out yet. I also haven’t figured out how to breathe again, how to exist in a world without him. The home we shared with our daughter is now just a house. A house she and I get to come back to everyday. It’s filled with memories, pictures, belongings but he will never walk through that door again and we don’t know how we are supposed to come to terms with that. We know beyond the shadow of a doubt that he is fine, he is perfect, he is rejoicing in a pain free body with his Lord. He was a faithful servant and is basking in the glory of that now.
As I read all of the posts about him, I know we aren’t in our hurt alone. Everyone Jamie was ever around has a spot in their heart that only he could fill.
Our daughter, Ciara, could not have had a better father. The memories she has of him are priceless. He instilled his faith in her. She is his mini me. He showed her how she deserves to be loved by a man. Jamie was the same with me. We had an amazing life together. How many people do you know that got married on top of Eagle Glacier in Juneau Alaska? And took two separate helicopters so they didn’t see each other in their wedding attire? Fairytales are made of our life stories. What more could I ask for?
Jamie was an organ and tissue donor, so he will continue to live on in others. That’s who my husband is. He was dedicated to helping others, especially after his accident on March 15, 2012. He became a peer volunteer for the Trauma Survivors Network at Vanderbilt. He would visit trauma patients and their families and give them hope and encouragement. He was asked by Vanderbilt to be part of the Trauma Care Advisory Council as a spokesperson for the patients. You sign up for 3 year stints and just 3 weeks ago, he re-upped for his next 3 years. He stood on the Senate floor at Legislative Plaza and fought for the helmet bill. He has done countless tv interviews over the same thing.
Jamie is well known in the Trauma unit with the nurses and doctors. Since he was well known, it means he was well loved and respected. He defied all odds. I was told he probably wouldn’t make it through the night 6 years ago. This time I was told, ‘he made me a better doctor.’ What a tribute! This came from a Harvard educated Trauma Orthopaedic surgeon at Level 1 Trauma center, Vanderbilt. What a legacy he leaves.
I may be laying his body in the ground, but Jamie Simmons will live on. He will live through his girls and his grandkids, he will live in the lives he saved with his organs, he will live in the memories and hearts of everyone that was blessed to know him.
Jamie and I never said goodbye at the end of phone calls.... we said, ‘I love you. See ya.” I had to say my final See Ya to him, but I know it’s just that....a see ya. I can’t wait.
Angie Simmons
Survived by his loving wife, Angela Simmons; (Removed names of living other than wife)
Visitation with the family will be held from 10:00 a.m. until 1:00 p.m. with the service at 1:00 p.m .on Saturday, March 3, 2018 at Highland Park Church, 5710 Knob Rd., Nashville, TN 37209 with Pastor Dale Robble officiating.
Graveside service will follow at White House Memorial Gardens, 3639 US-31W., White House, TN 37188 Pallbearers include: Gene Cook, Mike Simmons, Jonathan Baisden, Kevin Couturier, Davy Ford, Jeff Sumner, Randall Turner, Matthew Marth, and Paul Simmons
Services are open for all to come and celebrate Jamie and if you ride a motorcycle, feel free to come be part of the funeral procession.
_
In 1984, Jamie joined Simmonz, the group his brothers Mike Simmons (a guitarist) and Paul Simmons (a drummer, who would go on to play in the first lineup of Th' Legendary Shack Shakers) had started with singer Cash Easlo — a time when metal bands were few and far between in Nashville. Simmonz hasn't played regularly in some time, but still got together occasionally to play for enthusiastic
audiences. Simmons was also well-known to doctors at Vanderbilt for his complete recovery from a serious motorcycle accident in 2012. He was called the Miracle man at Vanderbilt Hospital 6 years ago _ Letter written by his wife Angie:
How do I sum up the man my husband was or continues to be in a letter? How do I explain the love we had or the bond we shared? I haven’t figured that out yet. I also haven’t figured out how to breathe again, how to exist in a world without him. The home we shared with our daughter is now just a house. A house she and I get to come back to everyday. It’s filled with memories, pictures, belongings but he will never walk through that door again and we don’t know how we are supposed to come to terms with that. We know beyond the shadow of a doubt that he is fine, he is perfect, he is rejoicing in a pain free body with his Lord. He was a faithful servant and is basking in the glory of that now.
As I read all of the posts about him, I know we aren’t in our hurt alone. Everyone Jamie was ever around has a spot in their heart that only he could fill.
Our daughter, Ciara, could not have had a better father. The memories she has of him are priceless. He instilled his faith in her. She is his mini me. He showed her how she deserves to be loved by a man. Jamie was the same with me. We had an amazing life together. How many people do you know that got married on top of Eagle Glacier in Juneau Alaska? And took two separate helicopters so they didn’t see each other in their wedding attire? Fairytales are made of our life stories. What more could I ask for?
Jamie was an organ and tissue donor, so he will continue to live on in others. That’s who my husband is. He was dedicated to helping others, especially after his accident on March 15, 2012. He became a peer volunteer for the Trauma Survivors Network at Vanderbilt. He would visit trauma patients and their families and give them hope and encouragement. He was asked by Vanderbilt to be part of the Trauma Care Advisory Council as a spokesperson for the patients. You sign up for 3 year stints and just 3 weeks ago, he re-upped for his next 3 years. He stood on the Senate floor at Legislative Plaza and fought for the helmet bill. He has done countless tv interviews over the same thing.
Jamie is well known in the Trauma unit with the nurses and doctors. Since he was well known, it means he was well loved and respected. He defied all odds. I was told he probably wouldn’t make it through the night 6 years ago. This time I was told, ‘he made me a better doctor.’ What a tribute! This came from a Harvard educated Trauma Orthopaedic surgeon at Level 1 Trauma center, Vanderbilt. What a legacy he leaves.
I may be laying his body in the ground, but Jamie Simmons will live on. He will live through his girls and his grandkids, he will live in the lives he saved with his organs, he will live in the memories and hearts of everyone that was blessed to know him.
Jamie and I never said goodbye at the end of phone calls.... we said, ‘I love you. See ya.” I had to say my final See Ya to him, but I know it’s just that....a see ya. I can’t wait.
Angie Simmons
Jamie “Woody” Simmons – Age 49, passed away February 25, 2018 in Nashville, TN.
Survived by his loving wife, Angela Simmons; (Removed names of living other than wife)
Visitation with the family will be held from 10:00 a.m. until 1:00 p.m. with the service at 1:00 p.m .on Saturday, March 3, 2018 at Highland Park Church, 5710 Knob Rd., Nashville, TN 37209 with Pastor Dale Robble officiating.
Graveside service will follow at White House Memorial Gardens, 3639 US-31W., White House, TN 37188 Pallbearers include: Gene Cook, Mike Simmons, Jonathan Baisden, Kevin Couturier, Davy Ford, Jeff Sumner, Randall Turner, Matthew Marth, and Paul Simmons
Services are open for all to come and celebrate Jamie and if you ride a motorcycle, feel free to come be part of the funeral procession.
_
In 1984, Jamie joined Simmonz, the group his brothers Mike Simmons (a guitarist) and Paul Simmons (a drummer, who would go on to play in the first lineup of Th' Legendary Shack Shakers) had started with singer Cash Easlo — a time when metal bands were few and far between in Nashville. Simmonz hasn't played regularly in some time, but still got together occasionally to play for enthusiastic
audiences. Simmons was also well-known to doctors at Vanderbilt for his complete recovery from a serious motorcycle accident in 2012. He was called the Miracle man at Vanderbilt Hospital 6 years ago _ Letter written by his wife Angie:
How do I sum up the man my husband was or continues to be in a letter? How do I explain the love we had or the bond we shared? I haven’t figured that out yet. I also haven’t figured out how to breathe again, how to exist in a world without him. The home we shared with our daughter is now just a house. A house she and I get to come back to everyday. It’s filled with memories, pictures, belongings but he will never walk through that door again and we don’t know how we are supposed to come to terms with that. We know beyond the shadow of a doubt that he is fine, he is perfect, he is rejoicing in a pain free body with his Lord. He was a faithful servant and is basking in the glory of that now.
As I read all of the posts about him, I know we aren’t in our hurt alone. Everyone Jamie was ever around has a spot in their heart that only he could fill.
Our daughter, Ciara, could not have had a better father. The memories she has of him are priceless. He instilled his faith in her. She is his mini me. He showed her how she deserves to be loved by a man. Jamie was the same with me. We had an amazing life together. How many people do you know that got married on top of Eagle Glacier in Juneau Alaska? And took two separate helicopters so they didn’t see each other in their wedding attire? Fairytales are made of our life stories. What more could I ask for?
Jamie was an organ and tissue donor, so he will continue to live on in others. That’s who my husband is. He was dedicated to helping others, especially after his accident on March 15, 2012. He became a peer volunteer for the Trauma Survivors Network at Vanderbilt. He would visit trauma patients and their families and give them hope and encouragement. He was asked by Vanderbilt to be part of the Trauma Care Advisory Council as a spokesperson for the patients. You sign up for 3 year stints and just 3 weeks ago, he re-upped for his next 3 years. He stood on the Senate floor at Legislative Plaza and fought for the helmet bill. He has done countless tv interviews over the same thing.
Jamie is well known in the Trauma unit with the nurses and doctors. Since he was well known, it means he was well loved and respected. He defied all odds. I was told he probably wouldn’t make it through the night 6 years ago. This time I was told, ‘he made me a better doctor.’ What a tribute! This came from a Harvard educated Trauma Orthopaedic surgeon at Level 1 Trauma center, Vanderbilt. What a legacy he leaves.
I may be laying his body in the ground, but Jamie Simmons will live on. He will live through his girls and his grandkids, he will live in the lives he saved with his organs, he will live in the memories and hearts of everyone that was blessed to know him.
Jamie and I never said goodbye at the end of phone calls.... we said, ‘I love you. See ya.” I had to say my final See Ya to him, but I know it’s just that....a see ya. I can’t wait.
Angie Simmons
Survived by his loving wife, Angela Simmons; (Removed names of living other than wife)
Visitation with the family will be held from 10:00 a.m. until 1:00 p.m. with the service at 1:00 p.m .on Saturday, March 3, 2018 at Highland Park Church, 5710 Knob Rd., Nashville, TN 37209 with Pastor Dale Robble officiating.
Graveside service will follow at White House Memorial Gardens, 3639 US-31W., White House, TN 37188 Pallbearers include: Gene Cook, Mike Simmons, Jonathan Baisden, Kevin Couturier, Davy Ford, Jeff Sumner, Randall Turner, Matthew Marth, and Paul Simmons
Services are open for all to come and celebrate Jamie and if you ride a motorcycle, feel free to come be part of the funeral procession.
_
In 1984, Jamie joined Simmonz, the group his brothers Mike Simmons (a guitarist) and Paul Simmons (a drummer, who would go on to play in the first lineup of Th' Legendary Shack Shakers) had started with singer Cash Easlo — a time when metal bands were few and far between in Nashville. Simmonz hasn't played regularly in some time, but still got together occasionally to play for enthusiastic
audiences. Simmons was also well-known to doctors at Vanderbilt for his complete recovery from a serious motorcycle accident in 2012. He was called the Miracle man at Vanderbilt Hospital 6 years ago _ Letter written by his wife Angie:
How do I sum up the man my husband was or continues to be in a letter? How do I explain the love we had or the bond we shared? I haven’t figured that out yet. I also haven’t figured out how to breathe again, how to exist in a world without him. The home we shared with our daughter is now just a house. A house she and I get to come back to everyday. It’s filled with memories, pictures, belongings but he will never walk through that door again and we don’t know how we are supposed to come to terms with that. We know beyond the shadow of a doubt that he is fine, he is perfect, he is rejoicing in a pain free body with his Lord. He was a faithful servant and is basking in the glory of that now.
As I read all of the posts about him, I know we aren’t in our hurt alone. Everyone Jamie was ever around has a spot in their heart that only he could fill.
Our daughter, Ciara, could not have had a better father. The memories she has of him are priceless. He instilled his faith in her. She is his mini me. He showed her how she deserves to be loved by a man. Jamie was the same with me. We had an amazing life together. How many people do you know that got married on top of Eagle Glacier in Juneau Alaska? And took two separate helicopters so they didn’t see each other in their wedding attire? Fairytales are made of our life stories. What more could I ask for?
Jamie was an organ and tissue donor, so he will continue to live on in others. That’s who my husband is. He was dedicated to helping others, especially after his accident on March 15, 2012. He became a peer volunteer for the Trauma Survivors Network at Vanderbilt. He would visit trauma patients and their families and give them hope and encouragement. He was asked by Vanderbilt to be part of the Trauma Care Advisory Council as a spokesperson for the patients. You sign up for 3 year stints and just 3 weeks ago, he re-upped for his next 3 years. He stood on the Senate floor at Legislative Plaza and fought for the helmet bill. He has done countless tv interviews over the same thing.
Jamie is well known in the Trauma unit with the nurses and doctors. Since he was well known, it means he was well loved and respected. He defied all odds. I was told he probably wouldn’t make it through the night 6 years ago. This time I was told, ‘he made me a better doctor.’ What a tribute! This came from a Harvard educated Trauma Orthopaedic surgeon at Level 1 Trauma center, Vanderbilt. What a legacy he leaves.
I may be laying his body in the ground, but Jamie Simmons will live on. He will live through his girls and his grandkids, he will live in the lives he saved with his organs, he will live in the memories and hearts of everyone that was blessed to know him.
Jamie and I never said goodbye at the end of phone calls.... we said, ‘I love you. See ya.” I had to say my final See Ya to him, but I know it’s just that....a see ya. I can’t wait.
Angie Simmons
