Tuesday, January 8, 2013


I find it so difficult to write this. I am a writer but how do you write about Love. It is difficult at best. NO WORDS DESCRIBE IT!

The influence someone has over a significant number of people shows just how effective a life one has lived. Everyone is grieving in his or her own way. Me I have found it best to just try to formulate my ideas on a piece of paper. It brings me closure and a certain peace that I have done my best to describe how someone who passes has influenced me.
I start with the lad as a boy. We lived in Mannford, Oklahoma. Times were tough. But we always had room in our hearts for Wendyl Lee. Our boys were home and he played well with them. He was so full of life when he stayed with us for a short while. He seemed to love everybody. He was such an emotional boy. He cut himself once and we took him to the Dr and Wow, did he yell. He wanted everybody to know that he was suffering. He just had this attitude that all should realize how painful it was. HE SHARED HIMSELF TO A FAULT AND QUITE LOUDLY. He got sewed up and all was well. He played liked any other boy his age would play. The only trouble was, I knew he was not like any other boy. He had lost his Father before he was born. He missed so much love that my brother had to give him, but he got a whole lot of love from others who would not have had the opportunity to witness his extraordinary life. We got to share him for a short while just because he was an orphan without a dad, AND I AM GRATEFUL FOR THIS.
I lost track of him for a while, but one day he calls after all our kids are grown and we have moved to Many Farms where my husband teachers and tells us he is in the neighborhood and can he drop in and visit. Heidi was pregnant with Trinity Sky. They since have had a little girl Emma Rose.
 He soon filled us in on the details of his life up to that point. He worked for a company that put in Windmills. He told us how safely conscious he was while climbing and how he had been married several times before and had 5 boys. He was so honest to a fault he told us about his likes and his dislikes where people were concerned when he was growing up during his lifetime and why he felt the way he did about them all. I never knew he felt this way about certain people. He was painfully truthful about his life and the people he knew.  As I said, he was honest to a fault; he did not soft soak anything about anybody, which I already knew the honest truth. But I thought about it later and decided you know, this was just because he grew up without a dad. He had a trying time trying to figure life out and it threw him several curves. BUT ALL IN ALL, I KNEW HE LOVED A WHOLE LOT. WITH EVERYTHING HE HAD. HE WAS NOT HALF-HEARTED, BUT A GUNG HO ALL THE WAY!
We took them out to eat Navajo Tacos in Chinle, at the Junction Restaurant. On the way home, I wanted an ice cream, He said stop by the store and he would buy me one. We have two quick stores and gas in this town. They did not have individual ice creams, so he bought me a gallon of the stuff. He was so generous to a fault, but this was his way. HE WAS CONSTANTLY LOOKING FOR WAYS TO PLEASE.
He called several times after, AND WE HAD SOME LONG CONVERSATIONS, and then he moved from New York to Missouri. This is where he fell from the crane and was killed in the fall.
I sent him a Christmas Newsletter in November and got his address from him on Facebook.
He gave it to me. He was so trusting to a fault.
This was the last association that I had with him.
I really don’t have any words that can describe my grief. His father, my brother WENDYL died in an accident and now he died in an accident. I wrote on Facebook, that I do not need to understand. And I don’t. I just know both lives were cut short. But I know they loved me. And I know that I loved them.

A memorial service will be held Saturday, January 12, 2012 for 39-year-old Wendyl L. Goodman Jr. of Festus, who died Saturday, January 05, 2013 at the Elvis Presley Trauma Center in Memphis, Tennessee.

He was born Saturday, May 12, 1973 in Tulsa, Oklahoma, the son of Wendyl L. Goodman Sr. and Patricia Ann (Murray) Goodman, who both preceded him in death.
He was also preceded in death by a brother: Brian Wendyl Goodman

He married Heidi M (Varner) Goodman on Saturday, May 14, 2011. She survives in Festus.

He is also survived by five sons: Blake Lee Goodman of Kansas City, Joshua David Goodman of Festus, Zachary Taylor Goodman of Kansas City, Antiono Lee Goodman of Stanwood, Washington and Zachairus Gage Goodman of Hoschton, Georgia; two daughters: Trinity Sky Goodman and Emma Rose Goodman, both of Festus and two sisters: Lisa Ann Collins of Oolago, Oklahoma and Vicki Lee Lahocki of Chelsea, Oklahoma. 
A memorial service for 39-year-old Wendyl L. Goodman Jr. of Festus will be held at 2 p.m. Saturday, January 12, 2012 at the Bethlehem Baptist Church in Dittmer. The Rev. Jeff Fleeman will officiate.

Memorials may be made to Bethlehem Baptist Church or to a charity of choice

 I cannot imagine the grief they feel. They knew him much better than I did and had a personal association with him closer than mine.
I feel so sorry for the family. Two tragedies they have had to face. But my sorry DOESN’T mean a whole lot, for it cannot change things. I just know, OUR GOD IS IN HEAVEN, HE DOES ALL HIS GOOD PLEASURE! THERE IS PEACE IS THIS KNOWLEDGE!
I have a very deep relationship with God. This brings me much peace. My prayer is that the rest of the family will allow God to bring healing relief to their lives also. AND LOVE BRINGS PEACE WHERE THERE WAS NO PEACE.

 Like I said before how do you write about LOVE, JOY, PEACE, LONG SUFFERING, KINDNESS, GOODNESS, FAITHFULNESS, GENTLENESS, SELF CONTROL, AGAINST SUCH THERE IS NO LAW. These, my friend, are gifts of the Holy Spirit. God himself. The third person of the Trinity!
I realize that I had such a little part of his life, AND SO MANY OTHER PEOPLE KNEW HIM WELL, AND THEY TOO COULD ATTEST TO THE FACT THAT HE WAS SO FULL OF LIFE AND QUITE HUMEROUS TO A FAULT, HE WAS FUN TO HAVE AROUND, but what TIME WITH HIM I WAS ALLOWED I knew in my heart that he was an honest and generous and sharing and fun loving and trusting and Gung Ho person to all he knew. And these character traits are some of the finest ones that a person can possess. But I knew in my heart he not only possessed these traits, HE WAS THESE TRAITS.


1 comment:

  1. Thank you for What you said about my dad, it really means a lot to me and I know my brothers and sisters as we'll, he was the best man I knew and now that I'm about to be a father wanna be just like the dad that he was to me. Thank you for What you wrote about him. - Zachary T Goodman