David H. "Woody" Palacios Jr.

When I reflect on the 20 plus years I’ve known Woody, the first thing that came to my mind when I heard the news of his passing was surprise. It at first took me back a bit. But then God reminded me of how long He had been waiting for Woody to turn his heart to Christ in submission. I then reflected on God’s patience, His mercy that was expressed in a long suffering wait for Woody to finally find the truth of Christ within his heart. God knew where He had to take Woody on his life journey...

I would like to send my condolences
to Woody's family. The last time I saw Woody was at the Corn Festival Parade in 2003. I was riding in one of the cars & he came up to me to congratulate me on walking the Pacific Crest Trail.
May he rest in peace.

Honey (mi viejito chulo),

Gracias por todos estos anos, especialmente los ultimos dos. Llegue a conocerte de corazon y me ensenaste tu amor por El Senor.

Descansa en Paz.

Que llo te cuidare a tus hijos y tus nietos.

Tu esposa que te quiero Mucho, Teresa.

Brother, You will always be in our Hearts, and in our thoughts. You will be truely missed. But I know we will meet again. All we have now are memories that will forever be cherished in our hearts. Love you Brother. Rene,Christina and Peaches,

Woody,

Forgive me for not having shared this at the wake, but my heart was heavy and full of sorrow. I wouldn't have been able to read it without tears.
I went to live with you when I was just 14 years old. I always felt like you and Tere were more than a brother and sister-in-law. The respect and admiration I have for you both has lasted my entire life. You were a very unique couple to me because of your commitment to one another. I saw a beautiful sense of love between the both...

My daughter Stefany, my husband Adrian and I will miss my brother Woody very much. We looked forward to his visits. Our Mom had his little bed ready for him. He had planned on being here for the Corn Festival weekend. He had asked mom for her and Tere to make some tamales. Woody and Mom had an awesome relationship and their code word to each other was "Corn Flake" and "Aflack!" What a laugh that brought to each of them and us. We loved to sit around the table and listen to his stories about...

Woody, my brother. This is just a transition. My brother has simply moved home. You have left the tent, a temporary dwelling place, that you used when you were here on earth. You have gone to live into your permanent home that will last forever. And because of your faith in Christ you live on in a new existence where you are strong, healthy, and free of pain. I thank God that death is not the end, but a gateway into a new and glorius life without pain or heartache. Our prayers continue...

Woody will always be missed by me, from the first time i meet Woody he treated me like part of his family...What a fun spirit he had. Thank you for that Woody