Oakley, Jr. loved his music
He loved playing in his band.
They say when he touched the violin,
'Twas magic in his hand.

Oakley traveled o'er the country making
Many people glad.
Singing songs that brought folks laughter and
Sometimes the songs were sad.

Oakley loved the hunting season.
Every fall he would be found
Tramping the old trails,
Back home on his favorite hunting ground.

Oakley loved to be with people
"Such a pleasant chap!" 'tis said.
He never met a stranger,
He became a friend instead.

Although Oakley travelled far from home,
He never did forget that very special couple,
His Mom and Dad.
He made them many phone calls,
And 'tis said he always finished with some very  special words--
I love you, Mom.  I love you, Dad!”

Since he's gone beyoud the touch of our earthly mortal hands,
We know that GOD holds that immortal spirit
In the safety of his hands.
We pray that in that distant heaven,
He may be playing in God's band.

You are missed dearest Oakley, Jr.
We regret you could not stay.
But we will not forget you
And your friendly loving ways.

When sadness overwhelms us as from
Time to time it will,
We'll just look among our memories,
And perhaps in some way still,
The memory of your kindly ways,
And your constant love,
Will touch upon our heart strings and
Bring us healing from above.

Pastor Herman Ridley
May 15, 1998