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Tuana Janelle “TJ” <I>Hall</I> Bays

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Tuana Janelle “TJ” Hall Bays

Birth
Death
9 May 2020 (aged 57)
Fort Worth, Tarrant County, Texas, USA
Burial
Cremated. Specifically: Ashes given to husband. Add to Map
Memorial ID
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TJ loved the Lord so much. She leaves behind family and friends she will see again, soon. TJ lost a long, fought battle due to illness. Her memorial service was conducted at The Ranch Cowboy Country Church in Azle, Texas at 2pm on June 20, 2020. Her ashes are with family at this time. Her memorial service songs were 'I'll Fly Away' by Alan Jackson, 'The Dance' by Garth Brooks, 'Free Bird' by Lynyrd Skynyrd and 'More Than Words' by Extreme followed by a dedication from her pastor, Bobby Rice. Her dad, Mack Hall (seen together with TJ in the accompanying photo), is my friend and a long-time friend of my parents....

Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,
and one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning
on the bar when I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
too full for sound and foam.
When that which drew from out the
boundless deep, turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
and after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of
farewell, when I embark.

For though from out our borne
of time and place
the flood may bear me far.
I hope to see my pilot face to face
when I have crossed the bar.

Alfred Tennyson

Bio by John-Landen's Papa
TJ loved the Lord so much. She leaves behind family and friends she will see again, soon. TJ lost a long, fought battle due to illness. Her memorial service was conducted at The Ranch Cowboy Country Church in Azle, Texas at 2pm on June 20, 2020. Her ashes are with family at this time. Her memorial service songs were 'I'll Fly Away' by Alan Jackson, 'The Dance' by Garth Brooks, 'Free Bird' by Lynyrd Skynyrd and 'More Than Words' by Extreme followed by a dedication from her pastor, Bobby Rice. Her dad, Mack Hall (seen together with TJ in the accompanying photo), is my friend and a long-time friend of my parents....

Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,
and one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning
on the bar when I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
too full for sound and foam.
When that which drew from out the
boundless deep, turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
and after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of
farewell, when I embark.

For though from out our borne
of time and place
the flood may bear me far.
I hope to see my pilot face to face
when I have crossed the bar.

Alfred Tennyson

Bio by John-Landen's Papa

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