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I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then - whoosh, and I'm gone...and they'll never see anything like it ever again, and they won't be able to forget me - EVER.

~Jim Morrison~       


For one brief moment in time there was more happiness, more love, and more beauty in the world. For an instant, a time far too short, there lived a beautiful boy who personified kindness and compassion for his fellow man. A spirited and loving young man who could see through to the uniqueness and goodness at the heart of all he met. As one of his many friends said "J.R. was not only my best friend, he was everyone's best friend". Now we are left to carry on without him and the world is a much darker place.



He cannot see that if he goes
You'll never fill that space.
You'll spend your whole life searching for
That smile, those eyes, that face.


J.R. Woodfin was born in Memphis, Tennessee on July 10th, 1986. He attended Crosswinds Elementary School in Collierville, Tennessee. He was part of a large blended family, which included one sister, Tiffany, two stepsisters, Morgan and Mallory, one stepbrother,  Nick, his Mom, Marilyn and step dad, Glenn. He was the baby of the family . He moved to Winter Springs, Florida in 1997 and there he attended Indian Trails Middle School and later, Winter Springs High School. He was an excellent swimmer and while at W.S.H.S. he was a captain of the water polo team. He graduated in 2004 and started college at Seminole Community College. He took numerous music and voice courses and could play guitar, piano and sing. He had a multitude of friends and made new friends wherever he went. He was compassionate, concerned about social justice and fairness and was polite and kind to everyone. John Robert crossed over to paradise due to medical negligence on December 21, 2005.

I think about how much I miss him, and start to feel sorry for myself.....but then I think about all the people who never got the chance to meet him -- and I start to feel sorry for them.              Author ~unknown~

Our Butterflies

We are weary caterpillars
Awash on life’s tide.
Little do we realize
There’s a butterfly inside.

Our feet solidly on the ground
The earth, it holds our eye.
It’s hard to imagine
That one day we will fly.

While we mourn our children’s loss
They fly freely up above.
Floating free and peacefully
On breezes of God’s love.

Their wings an iridescent glow.
Their bodies are pure light.
And somewhere choirs of angels sang
The moment they took flight.

They live in joy and happiness
And peace we cannot know.
We can only bide our time
And await our time to go.

But one day we will join them
And together we will fly.
Then we'll have forgotten
We ever said goodbye.

~Marilyn Futrell~
J.R.’s Mom

Copyright: June 2, 2010

"If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden". ~Claudia Ghandi

Don't think of him as gone away~
his journey's just begun
life holds so many facets
this earth is only one.~

Just think of him as resting~
from the sorrows and the fears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days and years~

Think how he must be wishing~
that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away~

And think of him as living~
in the hearts of those he touched
for no one loved is ever lost
and he was loved so much~

Author ~unknown~ 

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart,
and you shall see that in truth you are weeping
for that which has been your delight.

                                           From The Prophet 
                                           by Kahlil Gibran 

"I have learned that some pain cannot be healed, but must be endured. I believe our Higher Power will help us to endure and find peace. I loved the boy with the utmost love of which my soul is capable and he is taken from me-yet in the agony of my spirit in surrendering such a treasure, I feel a thousand times richer than if I had never possessed it."
-- William Wordsworth 1812


Jay knew he was going to be an Angel!

From the Apocrypha of the Bible:

But the righteous, though they die early, will be at rest.
For old age is not honored for length of time or measured by number of years but understanding is gray hair for anyone and a blameless life is ripe old age.

There were some who pleased God and were loved by Him and while living among sinners were taken up.
They were caught up so that evil might not change their understanding or guile deceive their souls.
For the fascination of wickedness obscures what is good and roving desire perverts the innocent mind.

Being perfected in a short time, they fulfilled long years for their souls were pleasing to the Lord. Therefore He took them quickly from the midst of wickedness.

Yet the people saw and did not understand or take such a thing to heart that God's grace and mercy are with His elect and that He watches over His holy ones.

Wisdom of Solomon




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Tributes and Condolences
I have just stepped into the next room   / Jay's Mom (Mother)
  Death is nothing at all I have just stepped into the next room Whatever we were to each other, that we are still Call me by my old familiar name Speak to me in the easy way which you always used to Laugh as we always laughed at the little jok...  Continue >>
This ones for you   / Stephanie Lipton
GENTLE BOYS  by Mary Withers 

This one's for the gentle boy
Who wrestles with his pain
His easy-bruising tender heart
And ever-active brain.

He feels much more than others do
And tries rea...  Continue >>
The Dance   / Jay's Mom
Looking back on the memory of The dance we shared 'neath the stars above For a moment all the world was right How could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye And now I'm glad I didn't know The way it all would end the way it all would go Our lives...  Continue >>
To Jay's Loved Ones   / Bren O'Beal
Psalm 39:4-5   / Marilyn Futrell (Mom)
"Show me, O Lord, my life's end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting is my life. You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Each man's life is but a breath." To my Baby Boy, Our...  Continue >>
JR's political science classmate  / Edward Burns (Classmate)    Read >>
Jizzy / A. Friend (Friend)    Read >>
A Letter from Heaven.  / J.R.'s Mom     Read >>
To all who are bereaved...  / J.R.'s Mom     Read >>
To my baby....  / J.R.'s Mom     Read >>
Death Is Nothing At All  / J.R.'s Mom     Read >>
In Memory of John  / Deb (mom To Angel Jessica Williams)     Read >>
FOR YOU  / Cheri Brooks From Ohio     Read >>
so sorry for your loss of John  / Cheri Brooks From Ohio (none /just a mom passing by )    Read >>
true thought  / John Woodfin (DAD)    Read >>
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His legacy
Thoughts posted by Jay's Cousin on 12/26/2005  
(This was originally posted on another site) December 26 2005 Nothing could keep me strong when I heard the news. A blow to my bloodline my kin. You had the power to choose Life or Death but it was time. Remember the days way back when? The sailboats the light sabers all our adventures. All those good times we had. I'm sorry for your pain I never knew. Why did it get so bad? You could have told me, called me I could have been there for you. But now I'll never have the chance. I love you though I never told you. So many things I wish I would have told you or said. Our sons should have played the way we did together. This is your time to shine, be with those in a higher place. I remember our good times my cousin, my brother, my friend. I'll keep the family together. For I know this is not your end. I cried for you. But now I celebrate your home going. I hope your pain is gone and remember your family loves you with these winds of change blowing. These tears are for joy and a thought of things that would have been. My blood, I keep hope and no sorrow believing you are free in heaven with our Father. Happy again with the angels and our other family with no more hell like our earthly brothers. I love you John Robert Woodfin you will be missed but I am happy you are free and truly in a better place. Chris Coopwood
Hilary's memories (Jay's girlfriend)  
One story I can think of is when he was trying to teach me to drive stick shift in his truck. I was terrible at it and almost hit a tree in my yard, but he never yelled at me and was really patient the whole time.

One time we were watching a movie together and the opening scene showed someone doing pull ups...well that was when he decided he HAD to have a pull up bar for his room so we paused the movie, and we went to the store and got one and he put it up in his doorway that very day.

I also know that one of his favorite places to go was the Sanford airport at night to watch the planes land. He thought it was a beautiful place. He would go there to think, or we would go there to talk. I know even after we broke up he would go there when he needed to clear his head.

Another one I can think of is when we all went down to visit Tiff and Jeff during our spring break. I just remember his allergies being so bad around their dog, but he wouldn't stay away from it. So I finally convinced him to take some benedryl and for the rest of the trip he was soo sleepy. Tiffany said she'd put the dog away in a room, but he wanted to play with it anyway!
A memory from Mike Ori (Jay's friend)  
I have been thinking about this for a while and one of my fondest memories is when J.R. called me and up and told me to come over because he had an "idea." Because of his incredible spontaneity and unique approach to any situation, as usual I could not even begin to fathom what his idea would be. When I arrived he informed me that he needed an extra chair in his room and that he would not be buying one. Instead we were to make one. I have absolutely no skills involving building anything and J.R. was not much better, so I immediately questioned how we would be able to pull this off. He then explained that we would take aluminum cans fill them with a foam that hardens over time and glue them together to make the chair (with a look of "duh, why didn't you know that"). I then asked how we would acquire the cans and he let me know that we would just drive around and take them out of people's recycling bins. That worked out fine but since the day to pick up recycling was not for awhile we eventually started going up to people's doors and asking for cans (since J.R. was determined to build this chair). Once we gathered enough cans we went back to his garage where we filled them with this yellow foam that he had bought and let them harden. Once that was completed we tried to construct the chair using a form of industrial glue. After the back of the chair had fallen apart multiple times we ended up accepting that we would just make a stool instead. The reason why I like the story so much is because I think it really signifies the random fun that could be had with J.R. at any given second. You truly never know what kind of "idea" he would come up with next and then what the process would be for putting that idea into action.

The other memory that I really enjoy is not so much of a specific event but rather what we used to do when he first got his truck. We used to drive around the greater Winter Springs area just exploring trying to find streets we had never been on before and the cool places that they took us to. It was the sense of exploration that I really enjoyed (and the freedom of being a teenager with a a way to escape from your house).
Memories from Grandma Ellis  
I remember J.R. as a happy, friendly little boy with a big imagination. He liked people and struck up a conversation with someone about everywhere he went. He also liked to do things or build something or at least try to. With his hard hat on and his toy chainsaw, he was a lumberjack or with his toy yard tools he was a yard man. When he had to stay inside he could be a hairdresser for Teddy Ruxpin or a dentist for his dinosaur.

He liked to go to the lake to feed the ducks or help make garden, but spent a lot of time in the back yard on the tire swing under the apple tree or trying to make a tree house or hideout.

Bedtime meant story time and he could relate to every character. He always felt so sorry for the pony that was stuck in the mud or for the little Red Hen that had to do all the work by herself.

After story time it was time to go to sleep so prayers had to be said which started with the standard “Now I lay me down to sleep” but before it ended he had mentioned everyone he had ever known.

After the family moved to FL, when J.R. was around 10 years old, he would come back and spend some time each summer. One summer he decided to make a “hot rod”; so with an old lawn mower that had been discarded and a few other parts he could gather up he set to work. He put in many days of hard work and had to get a little help from two cousins but I don’t think the “hot rod” ever ran.

J.R. was also interested in war relics especially Civil War; so we made lots of trips to the Army surplus store. He could spend hours just looking but usually bought some little gadget before we left the store.
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