We knew him by many names—Woody, Mr. Woody, Old Goat, Daddy, Baby, PawPaw. To us, he was the strongest man we’ve ever known.

That strength carried him through to Monday evening, June 23rd, when he passed. He fought with every breath to be sure he could see his grandsons to tell them he loved them. He went peacefully, surrounded by family, an hour after being able to say goodbye.

We’re raising funds to help support Joyce (Bri's mom) with the costs of his cremation and celebration of life. Any contribution, no matter the size, means the world to us.

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