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     Dylan Michael Richardson was buried at Mount Gilead Church Cemetery, Tabscott, Goochland Co., Virginia.^4,2 He was born on October 23, 1997 at Charlottesville, Virginia.^2,3 He died on August 17, 2012 at Charlottesville, Virginia, at age 14.^4,2 He Dylan Richardson, 14, of Charlottsville, Virginia, died on Friday, August 17, 2012. He was preceded in death by his father, Michael L. Richardson; and paternal grandmother, Charlotte P. Richardson. He is survived by his mother, Amy L. Dorman and her husband, Elzie, of Charlttesville; paternal grandfather, Lawrence T. Richardson of Scottsville; maternal grandparents, Charlie and Becky Brown of Mineral, Virginia; step-grandparents, Gene Dorman of Louisa and Gracie Shelito of Mineral; two brothers, Alex Dorman and Joey Dorman, both of Charlottesville; and a special friend, Corey. He is also survived by numerous other relatives, friends, and family. Dylan was an 8th grader from Walton Middle School. A Funeral service will be held graveside at Mount Gilead Baptist church with the Reverend Vivian Utz officiating. on August 19, 2012.⁴

     Wayne Nelson Showalter was buried at Stevens-Showalter Family Cemetery, Lovingston, Nelson Co., Virginia.^4,1 He was born on July 10, 1948 at Waynesboro, Augusta Co., Virginia.^1,2 He died on April 19, 1969 at Afton, Nelson Co., Virginia, at age 20.¹

     Sherry Lynn Adams was buried at Bethlehem Cemetery, Roseland, Nelson Co., Virginia.^1,3 She was born on March 1, 1966 at Lynchburg, Virginia.^1,2 She died on May 10, 1974 at Charlottesville, Virginia, at age 8.¹

     Forrest Everett Wood Jr. Forrest Everett Wood Jr., April 13, 1951 - January 24, 2021. "Some people don't believe in heroism. However, they did not meet my father." On January 24, 2021, I lost my hero to acute kidney failure, a complicated affect from his difficult fight with leukemia. In the end, his spirit was stronger than his body, but in his life pre-leukemia, his body had more strength and power than I've seen, and the legacy he leaves behind is stronger than all of it combined. Forrest Everett Wood Jr., was born on April 13, 1951, and was preceded in death by his wife, Brenda Lee Wood, and his brother, David Lee Wood. No stranger to hardship or loss, my dad didn't take anything for granted. He worked his entire life, retired from UVA Facilities Management, after thirty-two years of service and countless awards and recognitions, and dedicated all of his time and energy to Shady's Place. The legacy he leaves, lives strong in the hearts and memories of his beloved grandchildren, Coleman and Gavin Jones; his daughter, Stacy (Wood) Jones; his life-long friends and brothers in arms, and countless associates. If you were lucky to stop him long enough for a conversation, you quickly realized that my dad was a man of few words; he tolerated no b.s., no gossip; he was practical and wise, and when he had something to say, we all knew to listen. An avid outdoorsmen, my dad was most at peace outside; he was proud to carry on his family's hunting traditions and eager to share his passion with anyone who showed an interest. One of the founding members of the Woodsmill Sportsmen Club, he possessed a skill set that I wish wasn't wasted on me – he could hit a target's bullseye from three hundred yards and train a beagle to trail a deer without using a single word. Those who were blessed to accompany him into the woods were guaranteed to leave with a lesson; he could teach you how to tell time by the sun, keep your course by the moss growing on the rocks, and find your soul in the leaves of the trees. He knew every inch of this county and revered this community until the end; to say that he loved Nelson and our history is an understatement. He was so proud of our county's heritage. Camille impacted him and his family, like so many others, but he was never shy to share his stories. He wanted, more than anything, for not only me to know and understand our history, but all of us - a history that I will be honored to pass down to my boys. Being a Wood was more than our family name, it was a way of life – meant to be respected and upheld, a responsibility not to be taken lightly. And true to our namesake, he was hard and tough, but he had a great sense of humor, a good taste in music and could really cut a rug. He was the fixer of all problems, the first one to call if you needed help and he would be there without hesitation. His word was his bond and he never broke it. There's no replacing a man like him, the best we can hope for is to honor his memory and great legacy with the same fervor he honored those before him. May we all know the strength and endurance he embodied and pass it along to our future generations. He wished for cremation, to become dust in the wind. A memorial service will be held in April, a celebration of life for both of my parents, in honor of dad's seventieth birthday. Thank you to everyone who has reached out to express their sympathies and condolences; thank you for reiterating that family is more than blood, it's bonds defined by mutual love and respect, and I cannot express the depths of my appreciation for you.² He was born on April 13, 1951 at Alexandria, Virginia.^1,4,2,3 He married Doris Mae Showalter, daughter of James Milton Showalter and Audrey Mable Napier, on August 30, 1975 at Nelson Co., Virginia.¹ Forrest Everett Wood Jr. and Doris Mae Showalter were divorced on April 9, 1979 at Charlottesville, Virginia.⁴ Forrest Everett Wood Jr. died on January 24, 2021 at Virginia at age 69.²