Tyree Guydon

Tyree was a work of God's hands. He was very curious about life, never afraid to ask questions. Tyree loved doing all the things that little boys enjoy doing. Especially, riding his skateboard, (if he could get pass his Auntie Mouk-Mouk!) rollerblading with his Uncles Kenny and Ricky, and playing all sorts of video games with his Aunt Tehrisa and his Sister Tiahra. Tyree loved animals of all sorts. (Except flies and mosquito's, he said they were gross!) And he ABSOLUTELY LOVED going on our weekly excursions to Brunswick Bowling and Shakey's Pizza! (His favorite spot!!!)

Tyree was a precious gift that God chose to share with us for a short period of time, just to show us his perfect love. For a short period of time we had the joy of calling him our own. God called for him to come home. He is now safely in the arms of God waiting on You and I to come home. Yes, the chain has been broken, but as God calls us home one by one, the chain will link again.

Those to cherish his loving memories include: Tanyia Johnson (Mother); Tiahra Johnson (Sister); Mr. and Mrs. Kenneth Johnson Sr. (Grandparents); Ernestine Tucker-Hollingshead (Great-Grandmother); TyAnn Johnson, Tahndanya Johnson, Tehrisa Johnson, Maria Amaro, Keleisha White (Aunts); Kenneth Johnson, Ricky Johnson (Uncles); Yvette Tucker, Kimberly Millet, Yvonne Tillman (Great Aunts); Roy Phillips (Great Uncle); Also a host of cousins and other relatives.

Heaven had a family of Angels waiting to greet Tyree as he winged his way home. His Great Grandparents Mr. and Mrs. Claude Johnson and Mr. James Hollingshead; Great Aunts Cynthia Johnson and Beverly Miller; Great Uncle Tommie Carter; and Cousin Shianne Johnson-Edwards.

"Little Angels"

When God calls little children to dwell

with Him above, we mortals sometime

question the wisdom of His Love.

For no heartache compares with the

death of one small child who does so much

to make our world seem wonderful and mild.

Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to His

fold, so He picks a rosebud

before it can grow old. God knows

how much we need them, and so He

takes but a few, to make the land of

heaven more beautiful to view.

Believing this is difficult still somehow we must

try the saddest word mankind knows

will always be "Goodbye."

So when a little child departs,

we who are left behind, must

realize God loves children,

Angels are hard to find.