To my mother in-law Judy Eady of Pell City Alabama... WE can't believe you are gone..and miss you soooo much,Ashley talks about you ALL the time..Guess what?? You ahve another granddaughter....Katie she is just so sweet we will tell her all about you..Ashley has already started!! We know your in a better place, but that doesn't make it any better. You were taken so suddenly ( car accident )we never had a chance to say good bye...that makes it so hard.They (dr.s) said you would be ok...boy were they wrong. You are so greatly missed by your family and friends..everyone you crossed your path..you were such a good person, and a loving mother,motherin law,nana,sister,daughter,and friend. We will always miss you..you are and always will be in our hearts...we love you your son Steve,daughter in law Tammy,granddaughters Ashley and Katie,and son Keith any many, many family and friends...Kisses from us all!!!!!

Attorney,community leader,Presyterian church elder,Republican party worker,beer drinker,fisherman,mentor and friend......I love you,Daddy...."your #1 kid"!

Should you go first and I remain, One ting I'd have you do: Walk slowly down that long,lone path, For soon I'll follow you. I'll want to know each step you take, That I may walk the same, For some day down that lonely road, You'll hear me call your name. Loving husband, father, son and brother. Sadly missed by all his family. Taken too soon from us. We miss him and love him dearly.

Froggy made life up as he went along. And made it more fun for the rest of us. We all miss you. Peace Brother.

A wonderful person and a dear friend. He is sorely missed.

Patrice, it's almost the end of the year and time for the pain to start all over again actually it has never went away. You would be 6 this year right after your cousin Ali turns 7 she is so beautiful. Just as you would have been my dear child. My heart still hurts for the pain I saw in your daddys eyes (my son) the morning they told us you were gone and there was nothing I could do for him but hold him as he cried for his baby girl. Patrice he has never ever gotten over losing you none of us have but for him it was worse it was his birthday, he doesn't celebrate them anymore. I wonder if you have forgiven me for not being with you I haven't forgiven myself yet, probably never will. I know that I will see you again. You are my guardian angel now Patrice you walk beside me everyday. I believe in my heart God did not let you suffer that he took you before the flames got there,this is the only way I deal with your death, this is the way I have too. I will never forget you. Your Granny

Patrick Dean Eason

Several of Patrick's friends wanted very much to pay final respect to our good friend, Patrick, who was taken away from us needlessly and prematurely, as he had just turned 49 a few days before being visciously murdered in his home. Patrick was a good friend, with a kind and generous heart, he was our friend and will never be forgotten. I will write the remainder of this tribute in first person, but it is from several of Patrick's close friends who deeply miss his presence and want to pay final respects to his memory and spirit.

Patrick, I miss you so very much, and there has not been a day gone by, since this nightmare happened, that I don't think of you several times each day. It's still hard to sleep at night, as nightmares will creep inside my head, awakening me to find that I am sweating, in a deep state of panic, and usually discover that I awake still crying from the disturbing nightmare about what Hell you must have went through those final hours of your life here on earth. I am so sorry that we were not exactly on the best of terms at the time of your death, Patrick. I can only hope and pray that somehow you can realize and know that I was never angry with you, my friend, only confused and hurt. I promised you just a couple of weeks before, that I was always going to be your friend, and I did mean every word of that. I was, am, and will always be your friend, Patrick, I swear. Your friendship was extremely important in my life, and your memories will live on forever within my heart.

Patrick loved to visit and chat with his friends, and was always very easy to talk to, because of his sincere openess and frankness, even catching me 'off guard' a couple of times. It was just that Patrick had a way of simply 'telling it like it was' without sugar coating most of his conversations. Once you got to know Patrick, though, it just seemed like the normal flow of conversation, and I'd barely notice the frankness of his manner, most of the time anyway.

The most valuable possession of Patrick's, by far, was his Harley Davidson motorcycle, he loved to ride and told me once it was the freedom he felt while riding that made his Harley so special to him. He even convinced me about three months ago to go riding with him. It took a lot of convincing, though, as I'd never been on a motorcycle in my life before then, and was scared to death. But I am so glad that I'd finally agreed, as Patrick told me later how much it meant to him to be able to share that joy with his friends.
Then I remember he'd said, "We will go riding again sometime soon, April, you
and I. I'll drive slow, ya know like a granny for ya." Then he smiled. Sadly,
Patrick and I will not ever get to go riding together again, as he was murdered
just a few days later. In fact, it turns out that he was all dressed for riding
at time of his death.
Patrick was a good man, a good friend, and a kind and generous person. He was
constantly trying to help others, in any way he could, even allowed a few folks he
barely knew a place to stay at his home. Patrick would even make sure his new
friends had something to eat, cigarettes to smoke, and would even occassionally
give these folks a ride to and fro, when needed.

Patrick, I hope that you are finally at peace with yourself and your life,
a place you were never able to allow yourself to get to during your life
here on earth. You were way too hard on yourself, my friend. I just want you to
know that you were a good person, and you dearly deserve to finally be at peace
with your life. Nobody is perfect, my friend, and we've all made mistakes. You
were no different than anybody else in that aspect, Patrick. Unfortunately, you
never were able to forgive yourself for mistakes of your past, even though it is
impossible for any of us to change the past. And you had made, were making serious,
and very difficult changes within your life even up until your death. I know that
I am extremely proud of you, my friend, and know of others that felt the same way
as I did. We were, still are, proud of our friend, Patrick, that made some
extremely difficult life ultering changes to benefit him in the long run, even
knowing they would, at least at first, be very painful physically and emotionally.
I'd help you out a few times, trying to ease your physical pain by massaging your
hands, and helping your emotional pain with hugs and hopefully giving you a little
of the comfort and assurance you so desparately needed. Ever once in a while,
Patrick simply broke down and began sobbing, and I would hug him and a few times
just ended up embracing him, cuddling with him for hours, hoping to help my friend
realize that he was a good person,and he was loved by many of his friends. Patrick,
my friend, I miss your hugs, too. :)

God Bless You, my friend. You meant so much to so many, more than you may ever have
realized throughout your life. I am so thankful to have met you over three years ago,
and so thankful that we were able the past year or so to get to know each other much
better, and to have become good friends. I will never forget you, my friend; your
body and physical being may be gone, but your spirit and soul will live forever within
my heart.

always trying to help others, up until his untimely demise

Mom, you were a good mother, but a sad one I think...I wish your life had been as sweet as your face...Love Jack

Daddy, I miss you more as time goes on. I wish that we had been given more time together on Earth. Maybe one day we will meet again. I am getting married in 2000. His name is Michael and you would have loved him. I hope you'll be watching us on the day. I love you Daddy Your daughter Claire XXX

Jake lived a noble life. He visited old folks at a rest home, making their last days a little brighter. He was my protector, comedian and best friend. Jake was my heart and soul. To my precious Jake: I miss you more than words can describe. When you left you took a big piece of my heart with you. I know I'll see you again someday, my beloved friend. Until then, know that the love I have for you will never die and you'll always live on in my heart. MOM

Jackie's visit here was too short. But in the time given him he touched all people who knew him. He made this world a little prettier and a lot nicer. The day he died was a dark day for all who knew him..I miss him so

Wayman Thomas Eastham, 11, of Waltonville died 4:37 pm. April 21, 2001 at Crossroads Community Hospital in Mt. Vernon as a result of an accident.
He was a student at Waltonville Grade School where he played on the basketball team.
Wayman was born December 23, 1989 in Mt. Vernon to Robin (Brown) and William F. Eastham III.
In addition to his parents, he is survived by one brother, William F. Eastham IV; his paternal grandparents, William F. and Donna Eastham of Haines County, Fla.; his maternal grandparents, Cyril and Myreta Barton of Waltonville; and his aunts, uncles, and many cousins.
He will be sadly missed.. but we know he's with God and that's far better than what we have to offer here on earth.

A memorial to baby Jack, stillborn longed for son of my beloved adoptive Mother & Father,

I was the love of there lives, but they always grieved for Jack, the son they so wanted

Nite Nite .