Ellen Mae Woodford

"A Flowing Stream"

When your young life,
seems like an endless dream,
of bubbling water
in a flowing stream.
Cutting through mountains
and traveling over rocks,
with the cottonwood seeds blowing
and redwings in flocks.
The fish in the brook
and the cranes knee deep,
the cattails are waving
while the willows weep.
We should be happy
to be part of it all
...

My family first met Ellen 3 years ago when we moved in next door to the Woodford's. At that time, our little girl was just turning 2 years old. We threw her a big birthday bash in our front yard and Ellen, who was joyfully being pushed over by Woody in her wheelchair, brought over a Fisher Price picnic basket full of magic markers to celebrate her birthday. Lauren was thrilled! To this day, she still talks about it and plays with the picnic basket nearly every day. Through the years,...

Your family is in our thoughts and prayers.
With sincerest sympathy...

Your love, laughter and thoughtfulness will never be forgotten.