In Loving Memory

Dayna Danyel Tredway, 17, of Clovis died Friday, Oct. 21, 2005, in rural Curry County.
She was born June 20, 1988, in Clovis to Johnny and Fern Jenkins Tredway. She was a student at Grady High School. She was on the yearbook staff.

Family members said she enjoyed cheerleading, horses, drawing and writing poetry. She was of Christian faith. Services were held at 10:30 a.m. Tuesday at the Grady High School gym

Dayna was a good friend of our Boys, She had spent time in our home and at times was almost like one of our own---She will be dearly missed

   Lisa was a very special Lady who Loved life and lived her life by helping out anyone who needed her. She had a soft spot for animals and made sure the ones that could not help themselves were taken care of.

   Words from her husband John: Lisa loved animals, especially frogs. At last count, we have over 80 knick-knacks and stuffed animals, all of frogs. She always took care of the stray cats. She fed them everyday, and even talked me into making a small shelter for them when it snowed really bad this winter. I am still feeding them everyday for her. She was the type of person who would always try to help, and she believed she missed her calling as a social worker. She would give you her last dollar if she thought it would help you out. At 39, it was too young for her to go. I just hope that I can continue to honor her memory, by taking over were she left off.

  Johns brother Tony told me: "Lisa was way cool to me, She made sure I had Family around for the Holidays, and made sure I was looked after."

The Good Lord just accepted an angel home.

Keep watch over these guys Lisa cause they still need you.

What can you say about a good friend like this? It's not easy to come up with the right words. Fred was always there for anyone that needed him, He was a man that believed in taking care of his Family and Friends, He leaves behind his loving wife Josie whom he married in 1973 and 3 children Amy, Daniel, & Kassy who I know miss him very much already. Anyone that knew Freddie knew he would be there for you because thats the type of guy he was. "It's All Good" was his answer to any situation because he knew the best was going to come out of it. On my last visit with him He was a little down about how things were turning out for him, But he looked at me and told me how much he loved Josie and the Kids and how good his life had been with them and how everything was going to be OK for them. He said as I was leaving "Jimmy you know this really sucks, But -- It's All Good" That's the last thing I heard him say. Freddie I miss ya Man, But It's All Good.

Kay you will always be in my heart, You were always there for me when we were growing up, I was just the little step brother you had to deal with but you always treated me like the step part was never there. We Love You Kay and will always Remember you. Jimmy, Norman, Melissa, and Melinda (the forgotten 4 you always remembered)

A TRIBUTE TO MY SISTER

Jennifer Burkett Byrd

05/23/46 – 12/26/90

     My sister, Jennifer, was one of the most strong willed and loving people I ever knew. Her family, children & granddaughters were her whole world. She had five children, Sheri, Sandi, Staci, Scott and Kevin. Staci and Scott both died in 1971, within six weeks of each other. Staci was 2 and Scott was only 6 weeks old. They both died of natural causes. This, to me, would have been enough to make her, or anyone, not want to go on. But she still had Sheri and Sandi to take care of, so she picked herself up and went on. Then, in September, 1972, she had another son, Kevin.

     Her house was always full of people. If someone needed a place to stay, something to eat, or just someone to talk to, she was always there for them.

     Then, in 1985, her and her husband packed up everything, along with Sheri and Sandi, and moved to North Carolina. Kevin chose to stay here in Pennsylvania with his dad. She didn’t want to leave him here, but he wanted to stay with his dad, so that’s what she let him do. And she never saw him again, not by her choosing, but because of the things that his father told him about her, which weren’t true. After she passed away, when we were going through her things, we found the little red velvet suit that Kevin wore for his first Christmas, plus some other things of his that she had carried with her all that time.

     They got jobs and settled in North Carolina, but came back home every year on Memorial Day weekend just so she could put flowers on Staci and Scott’s graves. Since she passed away, our mom and I have continued to do this every year.

     Then, just before Memorial Day in 1990, she found out that she had cancer. But, she still made the 11 hour drive back home to put flowers on Staci and Scott’s graves. None of us realized that this would be "her last trip home."

     For about 2 years before she found out she had cancer, she kept telling me "she just didn’t feel good." Her doctor kept treating her for various things, but never did find a reason for her not feeling good. Finally, Sheri, her oldest daughter, convinced her to go to her doctor. Within the day of her appointment, the new doctor had her at the hospital and running tests and found the cancer. He said she probably had it for at least two years. The whole time she kept going to her doctor telling him she didn’t feel good. If they had found it two years earlier, would she still be here with us? This we will never know!! And from then on, it was pretty much down hill for her.

     I have always been told if you have faith and believe in God that you can get through anything. Well, she had more faith, hope and a will to live than anyone I have ever known. She even had her minister tape his services every Sunday and she would lay in her hospital bed and listen to them. She was in and out of the hospital and had so many surgeries. But, one surgery she had, they cut her from her breastbone the whole way down. It was healing good, the doctor thought, but one day she got up to go the bathroom and the whole incision came open. She was standing there holding her whole insides in her hands. She managed to push them back in, made it back to the bed and called for a nurse. She recovered from this. How many people would have the strength to do this? I know I would not have been able to do it. Sheri called us right after this happened to come to North Carolina, because the oncologist only gave her 6 weeks to live and she would probably not get out of the hospital this time. So, once again, we made the trip to North Carolina, expecting the worse, but the day we got there, she came home from the hospital. When we came home this time, things seemed to be going pretty good with her.

     All of this was so hard dealing with because of the distance between us. We couldn’t see her or talk to her everyday and had to depend on her girls to keep us informed of everything.

     Then, on December 23, 1990 she went into the hospital for the last time. Sheri called and I had to go out and tell our mom that we had to get to North Carolina right away. We tried to get mom a flight down there right away, but couldn’t because of the bad weather. We finally got there on December 24. She had been in a coma and had not talked to anyone for a day. When we told her we were there, she woke up and talked to us. Her doctor was really surprised. It seemed like she was waiting for us to get there, because later that night she went into a coma and never woke up again. She passed away on December 26, 1990, her oldest granddaughter’s 2nd birthday.

     She was cremated because that was her wish. And now her final resting place is in the same plot as Staci and Scott. My Mom and I continue to put flowers there every Memorial Day, as she had done for Staci and Scott every year. Now, I am sure she has been reunited with her 2 babies, as she was looking forward to, which we found out from her daily diary she kept. As I know that all of us that she loved, and we loved her, and still do very much, will be reunited one day.

RIDE IN PEACE BROTHER!!!!

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