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Larry Duane Williams Jr., 34 of Ozark, AR. died Saturday, July 17, 2004 at Mercy Hospital/Turner Memorial. He was a heavy equipment operator for Morris Dozer of Ozark and attended First Assembly of God in Ozark. Born June 15, 1970 in Ozark, AR. he is the son of Larry and Pat 'Willis' Williams. Survivors include two sons, Chaz Duane and Dylan Bradlee Williams, both of the home; his parents, Larry and Pat Williams of Ozark; two sisters, Patrice 'Sissy' Williams of Ozark and Angela Gregory of Mountainburg, AR. a nephew, Ethan Williams of Mountainburg and his maternal grandmother, Annie Willis of Ozark, AR. He was preceded in death by his grandparents, Gene Willis and Earl and Allie Williams, all of Ozark. Funeral services were today (Wed) at 10 a.m. at Shaffer Funeral Home Chapel. with Rev. Jim McElhaney and Rev. Rusty Pearson officiating. Burial was at Highland Cemetery. Pallbearers were members and coaches of the 1987 and 1988 Ozark football teams. Honorary pallbearers were members of the 1988 graduating class of Ozark High School.
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"For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under Heaven: a time to be born, a time to die, a time to plant, a time to uproot, a time to weep, a time to laugh, a time to grieve, a time to dance"
~ King Solomon (Ecclesiastes 3)
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Don't Cry for me...
If you could only see where I'm at now, you wouldn't cry for me. All of Heavens Angels met me when I arrived and I was met by Jesus with a loving embrace. I walked side by side with old friends and family alike. Don't cry for me because here there is no trace of sickness or sadness only His loving Grace. The beauty is beyond words and nothing I could say would compare. Don't cry for me because I am in a far better place, with streets of gold just like we were told. So please remember don't cry for me but rather rejoice for I can hear angels sing. Oh, how much peace their voices bring.
by John G. Ward & Matthew E
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♥*.¸ When they walk through the valley of weeping it will become a place of springs where pools of blessing and refreshment collect after rains ¸.*♥ Psalms 84:6
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You can shed tears that I am gone. Or you can smile because I lived. You can close your eyes and pray that I will come back Or you can open your eyes and see all that I left. Your heart can be empty because you can't see me Or you can be full of the love we shared You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember me and only that I am gone Or you can cherish my memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back Or you can do what I'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.