Codey was a resident of Eagle Lake for a year, moving from Fort Meade, FL. He was a freshman student at Lake Region High School in Eagle Lake.
He is survived by his father and mother: Gerald & Amy Means of Eagle Lake; two sisters; Alexis Means, of Eagle Lake and Brittani Kierstead of Auburndale; grandparents: Dorothy Taylor of Fort Meade, Sherry Dease of Auburndale and Jerry Means of Lakeland; other loving family members including: Michael and Laura Prine, Sheila Means, Sandra Wolf & family, Terry and Koneta Dease & family, Michael Dease & family, cousins: Ashley, Tiffany, Jimmy, Kayla & Hunter.
Memorial services will be held Tuesday, January 27, 2015, at 5:00 P.M. at the Living Waters Church, 1770 Gilbert Street, Eagle Lake
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Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Codey was a resident of Eagle Lake for a year, moving from Fort Meade, FL. He was a freshman student at Lake Region High School in Eagle Lake.
He is survived by his father and mother: Gerald & Amy Means of Eagle Lake; two sisters; Alexis Means, of Eagle Lake and Brittani Kierstead of Auburndale; grandparents: Dorothy Taylor of Fort Meade, Sherry Dease of Auburndale and Jerry Means of Lakeland; other loving family members including: Michael and Laura Prine, Sheila Means, Sandra Wolf & family, Terry and Koneta Dease & family, Michael Dease & family, cousins: Ashley, Tiffany, Jimmy, Kayla & Hunter.
Memorial services will be held Tuesday, January 27, 2015, at 5:00 P.M. at the Living Waters Church, 1770 Gilbert Street, Eagle Lake
***********
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
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