Barry Woods

Barry Woods

December 3rd, 1948 – October 7th, 2006


Barry was tragically killed by a motor vehicle while riding his custom ‘81 Harley near his home on Lake Trail Road. Had to go riding that day, the sun was out and the days were getting shorter. “Have to go and split some wind.”

He leaves to mourn his devoted wife of 25 years Lesley, his children Christy and Todd (Amy), his parents Ben and Norma, his brother Rodney (Suzy), his nieces Tamara and Jorja and many other relatives in the Valley, his favorite riding friend Andy and his favorite coffee buddy, Glen. His faithful dog Ranger and China the cat have no one to follow around the yard anymore! Barry owned and operated his own gravel truck business for 28 years. If you saw a big shiny orange Mack truck coming on a job site, you were truly lucky, plus you would usually get a big dimpled smile to go with it, 110% every time!. Once he sold his trucks in 2000, he thought he’d like some time for him, but no, the phone didn’t stop ringing – Come drive for us the men would say. Barry played guitar in a band when he was in his teens, rode and built choppers in the 70’s, played and coached soccer in Cumberland until he was almost 40. He loved to be in his vegetable garden, growing organic food for his family. His children Christy and Todd were his pride and joy. If you wanted to find him, he’d be in his yard working. Everyone who knew him were very lucky people.

In his honor, the family invites you to his backyard from 2-4pm on Sunday, October 15th. Bring a story, bring a laugh, he loved to laugh. No flowers please. Barry would do anything for anyone, so please just do something helpful for someone and think of Barry at that time.





My big brother,

my best friend,

our Dad,

my rock

“Forever in the Wind”



Almost 58 years old and taken so early, wearing flannel and red straps, his hair in a pony. I wanted to look like him, smell like him and be tough like him, but he had a plan, no hits in my fight book cuz he taught me how to stand. What was taken from me can’t be given back, but he‘s in my heart, my blood, my bones and you can’t take that. My Dad, my Friend, my Hero and protector, good luck trying to hurt me, my Dad was a warrior. He played with me always, but that wasn’t enough; he taught me how to work, how to respect and how to love. So if you see someone on the road with a flat, pull over and help them cuz we love to do that. I’m his son and he is still my Dad, I’ve got no regrets, forgive, but I’m really mad.


To Our Son, Barry

We, your Mum and Dad, were always proud of you. You were always there to give a helping hand to who ever needed it. We will love you forever. May our dear Lord b e with you always, you will never be forgotten; you will be in our hearts forever. Until we meet again.

Love you

Mum and Dad

Ben and Norma Woods


From The Heart

On his bike is where he loved to be

Sailing down the highway is when he felt totally free.

A son, a husband, a father, a brother, an uncle & a friend.

A man with two helping hands that he was

always ready to lend.

How can someone so special be gone

when he had so much life left to live?

And how do we have trust and faith in God,

how do we learn to forgive

What do you do when you are filled

with so much heartache and pain?

When everything that is happening seems

so unreal and totally insane

We have so many wonderful memories

but there were so many more to make

All I can give is my love and support,

it is there for anyone to take

We will continue to miss him

that empty hole will always remain

The world may continue on,

but nothing will ever be the same

All we can do is be there for one another

and let our love help us through

Honor his memory by always helping each other

Because that is something he would always do.

Written with love

I will miss you forever

Suzy