Our latest news...My father in law (Lou's "Pop") passed away suddenly on November 17th. He lost a short, but grueling battle with cancer.
Sometime in late September he began to complain of some back pain. He saw his doctor after taking a few days off work and the doctor gave him some pain medication. He figured that Woody probably pulled a muscle or pinched a nerve and nobody thought much of it. Not too long after that first doctor visit he was back home with the pain really bothering him. He saw the doctor again and this time the doctor prescribed physical therapy and some time off work.
Woody began physical therapy and followed the doctors orders...most of the time. He had some good days and would venture out too far and too long and wind up paying for it the next day, but overall he stuck to his therapy...determined to get back to work.
The pain seemed to be getting worse after a few weeks and Woody told the doctor he wanted surgery. The doctor decided to do an MRI to determine if there was anything surgical that could be done. We were shocked at the results of the MRI...They found a tumor on his sciatic nerve. The doctor order another (full) MRI and within a few days we knew that there was also a mass in the lung.
The doctor prescribed Morphine for pain, but everything was happening so fast and Woody was in so much pain. He was admitted into the hospital on November 2nd-3rd. Once in the hospital the doctors did their best to make him comfortable while they ran a bunch of tests. They moved him to another hospital to start radiation, but I think he only had a few treatments. He was going downhill fast. On November 17th...Lou called me on my way home in tears. He asked me to pull the car over and I knew what he was going to say. I was shocked. Shocked. We knew he was sick and that things were moving fast, but everything happend so quickly. None of us were really ready.
I was sitting on the side of the road across town and all I wanted to do was have Jackson and Lou in my arms in an instant.
We had the funeral on the 24th of November. My sweet husband wrote and read the eulogy. Jackson wore Papa Woody's watch and chain to the funeral. And we had everyone over to our house for a nice lunch after the service.

We miss you Papa Woody. Jackson has your glasses (he wanted your glasses...something you always wore) in a frame in his room to "watch over him." He treasures your watch and St. Christopher metal and chain. He is looking forward to continuing to grow your car collection and can't wait to join the baseball team so he can hit some homeruns for you (He knows you'll be "watching down" on the game).
When I met Woody, the first thing Jackson said (he could barely talk), was "Papa Woody is gonna get my sugars." Woody used to tell Jackson that he as gonna get his "sugars" and kiss Jackson on the neck and Jackson would crack up.
Here is Jackson and Woody...it looks like Jackson is writing something on his notepad. Jackson and Papa Woody were the BEST of pals. Woody called Jackson "Mr. Jackson." He talked to him just like a grown up and Jackson talked back just the same. They had lots of fun games of baseball in the back yard...Jackson hit many of the balls over the fence and Papa would chase them down. Jackson helped Papa Woody with several projects. Last year after Christmas they built a bird house for Grandma Bevy.
While Woody was in the hospital we decided to tell Jackson that Papa was sick. He became very concerned and almost everywhere we went he was always looking for a card, some flowers, or a small gift for Papa. He hated that he could not see him in the hospital (I hated that too, but with the flu season they wouldn't let kids in).Lou had some sweet visits with Woody in the hospital and I know he will keep those sweet conversations close to his heart forever. Lou and Woody had a special relationship. In recent months Woody was calling quite often to check on Lou. (Note: I haven't written much about this, but Lou has been really struggling with back pain since July). They had made plans to build a motorcycle together and had been gathering parts for their project. I hope Lou will finish the bike...I know Woody would want to see it finished.
Here is an old picture of Lou and Woody...both smiling so big.
Woody was so proud of Lou...Lyman P. Woodcook, beloved husband, father, brother, grandfather and friend, passed from this world to the next on Tuesday, November 17, 2009.
Woody as he was known to all, never met a stranger. His intellect, personality and homespun charm made friends of everyone that shock his hand or took time to listen.
Woody logged over a million miles behind te wheel of a big rig, his second home and the job he loved. He could tell you stories of every highway across the United States and always knew a shortcut or scenic route to wherever you might have been headed. His passion in life was motorcycles. Any chance the he had he'd be on his much beloved Beemer with his face in the wind, off to places unknown, no map...no schedule. In his youth, he rode and raced just about everything with two wheels and a motor. He was also a master mechanic that could build, engineer or fix almost anything.
Woody served his country proudly in the US Navy and remained a steadfast patriot to the end. He was a man who loved his country deeply...a man of his word...a man of honor.
Woody was and is bigger than life and will be missed deeply by all.
He is survived by Beverly, his wife and companion of 20 years; his sons, Vincent, Wesley and Lou; his sister Sharon; his brother Robert; his grandsons, Jackson and Dane; his daughters-in-law, Shannon and Jennifer; his nephews Ron, Mitch and Robert; his niece Tammy, along with a host of friends and loved ones around the country.
Woody, you are in our hearts forever. We love you.
I have so many great great memories of you Kat...Playing in your stamp store, making cards and bookmarks with you, putting together favors for Chris and Luna's wedding, gathering up craft supplies to make favors for my wedding, dinners out on your porch, visiting your dad with you and Luna and trying on some of your mom's old dresses, long talks about anything and everything....I loved your stories...You really had all the best ones.




He got a great big Lego ship from Grandma Gail and Grandpa Larry (another cute story: my grandma was asking Jackson what he wanted for his birthday and he named a few things. She said, "Do you think you would just like money?" Jackson said, "No...I like toys." At his age it's just too much fun opening up all those toys.) Anyway, he got a Transformer's Bumble Bee helmet from my brother, Bobby. He got some more Lego's from my cousin, Katelyn. He got some games, the wolverine claw and remote control Hovercrafts from his Grandma Bev. Grandma Donna bought him a Terminator arm. The Tuttle's got him a game for his DS. Overall he did great! He still has a couple of things he hasn't played with/opened yet...almost a month later.
This year Jackson surprised us and jumped off the diving board. We were shocked, but he had a great time. He did it over and over again.
Here's a picture of Jackson with Brittany and Eden. 

On the big screen...
This is Dan from Augustana...his voice is AMAZING...
Michael Franti...tons of energy...I really liked him too...
Okay...so they played non stop for about 3 hours. They went on and off stage, sang each other's songs, and we all sang along and had a great time. I was secretly plotting in my head the whole time how I was going to try to get backstage so that Lou could meet Adam. He's such a big fan and I knew that would just be awesome for him. Anyway, the show ended and I saw Adam and all the guys leaning off the stage and shaking hands with fans...Oh my gosh! I totally heart Adam by this time so I want to shake his hand just as bad as I want Lou to shake his hand...So I start pushing Lou to the front and keep saying "Go Honey Go!" I started acting like a teenage girl at a New Kids On The Block concert, and before I could catch myself I realized I was yelling, "Adam! Dan! Adam!" at the TOP of my lungs. We were so close, but we didn't get to shake his hand. We were SO CLOSE though...it was good enough for us. I did happen to let out one last, "Dan!" and Dan from Augustana winked at me.




Markus...I've never heard anyone else this good...
Eric...


