Much loved husband, father, and grandfather

Love doesn't end with dying or leave with the last breath.
For someone you've loved deeply, Love doesn't end with death.

10 years gone - 6 May 2017

There's a hand a hand on my shoulder
Through the storm however it blows
There's a hand a hand on my shoulder
Stays with me where ever I go.





 

4 Nov 1930 - 6 May 2007

William Nelson "Bill" Butts

As you remember the love,
as you mourn the loss,
may you also celebrate the life.

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Willanda Farm
the barn he built on the land he loved, where he raised his children, and where he spent most of his life

If yellow roses grow in heaven.
Lord pick a bunch for me,
place them in my father's arms
and tell him they're from me.
Tell him that I love and miss him.
When he turns to smile
place a kiss upon his cheek
and hold him for awhile,
tell him I love him still.
Remembering him is easy,
I do it every day.
There's an ache in my heart
that will never go away.



William N. "Bill" Butts is now resting
at peace with his Lord !

Bill started his earthly journey November 4, 1930 at Charleston a son of the late George and Alice Givens Butts. He retired from Kaiser Aluminum and was a Farmer. He was a member of the Mill Creek Baptist Church.

He is survived by his wife Wanda Hartley Butts of Ripley, a son William N. Butts II and wife Linda of Marietta, OH, daughters Kathryn Denise Peters and husband Dave of Dartmouth, Nova Scotia, Canada and Susan Vanessa Brown and husband Tim of St. Albans, a sister Betty Ruth Kelley of Fraziers Bottom and his grandchildren, Kaleb Derek Martin, Courtney Rae Butts, Donovan Morgan Butts and Tristan Hunter Brown.

In addition to his parents he was preceded in death by a daughter Cynthia Louise Butts.

In lieu of flowers the family suggests donations be made in memory of Bill to the Mill Creek Baptist Church or the American Lung Association.



Oh Danny boy, the pipes,
the pipes are calling
From glen to glen,
and down the mountain side
The summer's gone,
and all the flowers are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go
and I must bide.
But come ye back
when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed
and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And if you come,
when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead,
as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place
where I am lying
And kneel and say
an 'Ave' there for me.
And I shall hear,
tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.



 

What a Blessing you are

I was just thinking about you --
and the many good things you've brought to my life ...

Waking me up with a dilly bar (from Bud Akens party the next day) when you got home after your evening shift

Building the camper and the 10-week vacation we took out west

Taking me with you in the semi with a load of stoves

Cutting wood over Christmas vacation (although I didn't like it at the time)

Giving me a key to the house when I moved away so I could 'always come home'

All those hours you and Mom put into the youth group

Driving to Winnipeg to see me and Derek

Loving me no matter how much I screwed up

Raising us in a church

And on a horse farm

Expecting us to learn to work

Clothing, feeding and educating 3 kids and feeding their spirits

Teaching me to do math and play cards

Worrying about us even when we didn't know you were worrying

Telling me about that "magical" land where the government paid for medicine and health care (I now know you meant Australia, but Canada is a good choice too) :-)

And so many more, to numerous to list.

It was time well spent, Dad!

 

God looked around his garden
And He found an empty place.
And then He looked down upon the earth,
And saw your tired face.
He put His arms around you,
And lifted you to rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering,
He knew you were in pain,
He knew that you would never
Get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough,
And the hills were hard to climb,
So He closed your weary eyelids,
And whispered"Peace be thine."
It broke our hearts to lose you.
But you didn't go alone,
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.

~~Author unknown


I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name; speak to me in the easy way you always did.
If you can, wear no air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, and pray for me.
Let my name be forever the same as it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow on it.
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well.


This can't be death!
I feel too alive!
My lungs cease to labor,
My heart doesn't strive.

After long years,
The moment that I've
Been hoping for someday
Shall finally arrive.

There's no more sickness
No sadness or pain
I'll never sorrow
or suffer again.

All fear is banished,
All trouble, all strain,
A new home is waiting -
A new life's to gain.

Look! Can you see it?
His glorious face!
Joy, love, and comfort,
Sweetness and grace.

His lovely gaze shall
All sorrow erase.
Now, find your strength
In His tender embrace.

I never dreamed
That Heaven could be
Such glory -- such splendor
For eternity.

You'd not be grieving
And weeping for me,
If you could behold
What my new eyes can see.

Hold to your faith -
Let hope ever grow:
You, too, will soon
Know what I know.

Cling to Him, cherish Him.
Let His love show
Through the veil of your flesh,
He won't let you go.

This can't be death -
I feel too alive!
My heart ceased to labor,
My lungs no more strive.

After long years,
The moment that I've
Been waiting so long for
Did finally arrive.

~~Author unknown
Thanks to Nephew Ron & his wife Pam for sending the poem


Unto thee, O LORD, do I lift up my soul.

O my God, I trust in thee: let me not be ashamed,

let not mine enemies triumph over me.

Show me thy ways, O LORD; teach me thy paths.

Lead me in thy truth, and teach me:

for thou art the God of my salvation;

on thee do I wait all the day.

Remember not the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions:

according to thy mercy remember thou me for thy goodness’ sake, O LORD.

All the paths of the LORD are mercy and truth

For thy name’s sake, O LORD, pardon mine iniquity; for it is great.

What man is he that feareth the LORD?

him shall he teach in the way that he shall choose.

His soul shall dwell at ease; and his seed shall inherit the earth.

The secret of the LORD is with them that fear him;

and he will show them his covenant.

Mine eyes are ever toward the LORD;

for he shall pluck my feet out of the net.

Psalms 25 (KJV)