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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.
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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
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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 Calgary, Alberta, 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.
Family and friends will be celebrating Bill's life 2:00 pm Tuesday,
May 8, 2007 at the Mill Creek Baptist Church, Frozen Camp with Pastor
Bob Keen officiating. Friends may visit with the family from 11:00
am until the time of the service. Interment Service will be held
at 6:00 pm Tuesday at the Fairplain Cemetery near Ripley. Parsons-Waybright
Funeral Home, Ripley is serving the family.
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. Condolences may be sent by mail to
Wanda Butts and family
Box 1006
Ripley, WV 25271
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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.
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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 Aikins
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!
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 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
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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.
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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
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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)
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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.
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