Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Welcome to the memorial pages for Jeffery Goodell

Jeff's daughter Christine is currently collecting stories to add to this memorial website for family and friends alike to enjoy. If you have a favorite hunting, fishing, or childhood story about Jeff, please email your memories to What will only take a few minutes of your time, will provide a lifetime of enjoyment for many generations to come. Thank you!

I Did Not Die
by Mary E Faye

Do not stand at my grave and forever 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 stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.

Poem for a Hunter
author unknown

For many years he sought the beast
A hunting man who's now deceased.
He roamed the hills, and valleys far.
Now he hunts upon a star.
He had a love within his life.
An angel woman was his wife.
She guided him thru hard and thin,
and raised the children just like him.
This man was loved by all who knew,
his family, friends, and children too.
I am one, and very proud
of my dad, I say out loud,

1 comment:

  1. I rememeberhearing him talk about his hunting adventures and can not wait to see his stories come to life here...