Obituaries

Mrs. Linda Lou Reed, 70, of Woodbury passed away at her home on October 11, 2026. She was born in Logan, West Virginia on January 6, 1956. She was preceded in death by her parents, James David Maynard and Lena Alberta Maynard. She was also preceded in death by a daughter, Christy Taylor, a brother, Jerry Carlton, a granddaughter, Gina Maynard and a niece, Jessica Carlton.

She is survived by her husband, Steve Reed, sons, Tony Romanos, John ”JJ” (Brandy) Romanos, stepson, Chris (Ashleigh) Reed, daughter, Amber Carlton, brother, David Maynard, sister, Patricia Grimes, grandchildren, Trevor Taylor, Stacey Romanos, Roarin Elliott, Lilly Stafford, Jaylynn Porter, Dalton Parks, Chase Prater, Jerry Carlton, III, James Carlton, Jacob Carlton, Addison Reed, Athena Reed, and Christopher Reed, and seven great grandchildren.

She was born in a tiny coal mining town in West Virginia. The urge to find new surroundings carried her many states. Her path led to Houston, Texas, then to Hollywood, Florida, later to Nashville and last, but not least, Woodbury. She spent more than half her life living here in Woodbury. It must have reminded her a little of her roots from West Virginia, just on a bigger scale.

After settling into Woodbury, she was holding a yard sale one day and the man of her dreams stopped to look at what she had. What he found was a love that lasted 36 years. It seems they both got a great deal and more than they bargained for at the same time. Linda was known to speak her mind. She would tell you what she thought about whatever was going on.

After tying the knot, they settled into a routine.  Steve worked construction and she took care of things at home.  Occasionally, she would help with some of his jobs.  She and Steve were more homebodies than travelers. She apparently had gotten the traveling bug out of her system earlier in life. Linda liked to stay busy and kept little projects of her own going at home constantly.  Being at home and taking care of her family suited her very well. Steve and the kids were always able to take advantage of her good home-cooked meals. They didn’t mind whatever she made. She made it clear if they didn’t like it, they didn’t have to eat it.

There were many family gatherings at Floating Mills on Center Hill Lake. Holding birthday parties and cookouts during the day.  Linda would dance the night away, listening to country tunes before heading back home. She loved being at the lake, but she wouldn’t camp out at the lake for any amount of money. She wanted to sleep in her own bed where there wasn’t any chance of a snake slithering in with her.

One of her favorite things to do when the family was together was playing card games like Uno or Phase 10 or other board games like Yahtzee. Just having fun trying to beat one another and being together was what she loved. Those gatherings were a treasure to her, but she wouldn’t give you a nickel to have her picture taken at one of those events. 

Being a wife, mother, and grandma was what was near and dear to her heart.  She didn’t need much to make her happy.  She kept life simple, loving her family and spending time together. The family has many special moments to reflect on.  That legacy of love will guide them into the future, keeping her spirit alive in their hearts.

Linda’s family will hold a private celebration of her life.  She will be laid to rest with other family members.  Share condolences and stories at www.gentrysmithfuneralhome.com  Gentry-Smith Funeral Home, 303 Murfreesboro Rd. Woodbury, TN 37190, 615-563-5337.  Because every life has a story.

Nicole “Kole” Leigh Carson, 41, passed away suddenly on October 7, 2026 at her home in Smithville, Tennessee. She was preceded in death by her mother, Alice Langford, and step-dad, James Parker. She leaves behind her wife, Taylor Carson; children, Anna, Jakob, Stormy, and Lilly; dad, Vince (Sheena) Will; sister, Elizabeth (Buddy) Bain; and several nieces and nephews.

On September 3, 2021, Kole met her soulmate, Tay – her missing puzzle piece. She instantly became the happiest she had ever been, gaining everything she ever wanted in a family. She became Stormy and Lilly’s everything and stepped into the role of being their mom, showing them love and so much more. Kole and Tay were soulmates, best friends, and each others “person.” The love they shared was one of a kind – that “better together” kind of love. Kole was finally able to know true love.

Kole was a firecracker all the time but with Tay she was different. She was loving and finally herself. Kole loved all kids, especially her own. Anna, Jakob, Stormy, and Lilly were her babies, but she loved them along with everyone else’s kids. She also loved animals. She fostered so many for her small town of Smithville. Losing her will take a big part of so many hearts, but knowing she is suffering no more will help ease the pain.

The family will hold services at a later date. If you attend, they are requesting people to wear red in honor of Kole.

In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made to assist with expenses.

Share memories and condolences at www.gentrysmithfuneralhome.com. Gentry-Smith Funeral Home, 303 Murfreesboro Rd. Woodbury, TN 37190, 615-563-5337 Because every life has a story”

David Lee Frazier, 90, of Woodbury, Tennessee went on to his reward on October 8, 2026. He was born in Dickson, Tennessee to the late Clyde and Georgia Talbert Frazier. Also preceding him in death were his brother, John C. (Doris) Frazier; sisters, Della (Nile) Young and Mary Lou Harrington; grandson, David Frazier; and brother-in-law, Virgil Young.

He is survived by his wife of 64 years, Joyce Gehring Frazier of Woodbury; children, Lottie (Danny) Rogers of Readyville, John (RaNae) Frazier of Woodbury, and Chuck Frazier of Woodbury; sister, Virginia Grace Young of Woodbury; brother-in-law, Jesse Harrington of Lebanon; eight grandchildren; 10 great grandchildren; and 1 great great grandchild.

The family would like to express a special thanks to the staff at Woodbury Health and Rehabilitation for their exceptional care of David and for Joyce. You were a blessing, and they cannot thank you enough for going beyond your call of duty as healthcare providers and caregivers to become the friends in a difficult season.

David grew up in simpler times but lived to see the Nation he served change drastically. He came from a generation who recognized the value of working with your hands, and from a young age, his father taught him carpentry skills that served him the rest of his life. He came from a generation who knew life without God lacks purpose, and his parents instilled in him and his siblings a knowledge, love, and desire to be in line with God’s will. He came from a generation who saw war and hardship as calls to action, and he didn’t shirk his responsibility when the call came for him.

Graduating with the Class of 1955 from Dupont High School in Old Hickory, David didn’t waste any time and went to work. Lockheed Martin quietly opened the door to opportunities, and though he left a portion of his finger behind there building C-130s, he took with him know-how and a spirit of adventure. Before the U.S. Air Force called and solidified that spirit, David managed to work in about 5 months of radio school in Atlanta, Georgia, but once they called, there was no turning back.

Diving headfirst into his military service, David committed himself to serving the Nation for 20 years. His brief education in radio communication and repair earned him a spot in the Communication Squadron as a Ground Radio Communication Technician. He familiarized himself with all aspects of the Crown Communications equipment, and when he was discharged honorably, he left the service as a Tech Sergeant. While those details did alter the trajectory of David’s life, there was one opportunity that the Air Force gave him that made a greater impact.

It all started as a blind date when he was stationed at Ellsworth Air force Base in South Dakota. David made sure to have his best foot forward, stepping out with an Elvis Presley-look and captivating Joyce as a tall, dark, and handsome man. And if looks weren’t going to work? He had an ace in the hole – he had a car. Lucky for him, his looks stunned Joyce, but his personality won her heart. They knew one another for about 6 months before they were married on September 20, 1962.

The young couple traveled from South Dakota to Indiana soon after, but that was far from the end of their travels. Over the years, David was stationed in Japan for 2 years, Italy for 2 years, the Philippines for over 2 years, Taiwan for 2 years, Thailand for 6 months, back in Italy another 2.5 years, and several other stations all over the world for shorter time periods. Joyce liked to joke that he took her around the world 5 times, but regardless of how many times it was, you knew they were traveling together.

Though they had many international travels, country music remained the soundtrack to their adventures. The music became all the more sweeter with each child they welcomed into the world. They wore out the 8-track on their adventures, and the kids became excellent back-up singers to Johnny Cash, Merle Haggard, Hank Williams, and especially, John Denver. You might only hear mumbling coming from their mouths for the verses of “Take Me Home, Country Roads,” but get ready, because they could belt out the chorus.

After getting discharged from the Air Force, David and Joyce settled down and planted roots in Woodbury. Finding a church home was a top priority, and they found First United Methodist Church of Woodbury to be just the right fit. Now, this doesn’t mean David settled down and never traveled. He still had that itch to go, and Joyce enjoyed trips to see her family. They spent 2 months of the summer out West. David would go help combine in South Dakota, Oklahoma, Kansas, or North Dakota. Wherever he got called, he showed up and made sure to make more memories with his family.

It took those trips for David to realize that one of his post-retirement decisions wasn’t going to stick. In fact, it just needed to get memorably cut off. While in the military, the high-and-tight look was his only option. Wanting to change things up, David decided he wasn’t cutting his hair or shaving anymore. David let it get to the point that the community kids his own children’s age would holler “Wild Man” when he was out and about. Joyce’s mom brought an end to that on one of their trips to South Dakota when she wouldn’t let David come in the house until he cut his hair and shaved. David made the mistake of letting her do the cutting, and she hacked away with little concern for his flesh, except that it was clean. In the years to come, David only kept his signature mustache.

As their children finished school, got married, and started their own lives, David managed to keep their roots entangled with his. He didn’t come to Woodbury empty-handed. He had his dad’s carpentry tools and work bench in tow, and he helped build John’s stairs and different sections of his house. Even though John accidentally nailed David’s hand, not once, but twice, David kept showing up. It seemed David could build just about anything, and he helped family members over the years building shops, roofing, and with anything else they needed.

Yet, even with all his communication and carpentry skills, David’s real desire was to be a truck driver. Somehow, he didn’t get his fill with all his military adventures and family road trips. So, a whole new adventure got started. You’d think trucking would be a match made in heaven for David, but he got his fill of it quickly. He would push the pedal to the mat of his old green truck rushing along at a whopping max speed of 45 miles per hour.

Realizing trucking wasn’t the right fit for him, David found his retirement gig working with Reams Duggin on small engine repair. “Gig” was probably the most fitting term for the arrangement because really, it was David’s retirement play place. He worked for free, hung out, piddled, and supervised when he didn’t want to work. To top it off, since he didn’t have enough hours on the road, he got to head to Nashville every week.

Carpentry, planes, communications, farming, small engines, it was like David knew something about everything and enough of it to be dangerous. Now, whether he was wise or just well-experienced is up for debate in the Frazier family, but in everything David did, he did it with skill, care, and a sense of duty.

Just like his skillset, David was someone with many sides to his personality. He was kind and loved God, his family, and his neighbor. He was a hard worker but also didn’t mind stepping back and letting someone else take the reins for their project. The thrill of seeing a plan come together led him to a supervisory role on many occasions in his later years, and the family thinks it is only right to put an extra emphasis on seeing. Though he was a communications specialist, David was private and quiet. If he felt like talking, he could talk your ear off, but he reserved his words for things that were important. He would whip out his guitar and sing a song, then put it up just as fast as he’d pulled it out.

David was tough, had thick skin, and was a provider to his core, but he also had a sense of humor and soft spot for his kids and grandkids. Chuck remembers the night his and John’s friend from Florida came to visit. In David’s animated retelling of a story about a kid having issues aiming, he smacked a corn cob to his forehead, astonishing the guest and giving everyone else a good laugh. In another of his pranks, he pretended to fall out walking Lottie down the aisle at her dress rehearsal just to pick at her. With each of his grandkids, he made sure to add to his series of “toothless wonder” photos. When they lost their front teeth, he’d pop out his and get someone to snap a picture. His legacy was one of laughter and love.

There was something special about his bond with each of his family members. David took time to be involved in all of their lives. Whether it was a silly hand gesture or an “I love you,” David knew exactly what to do to bring a smile to his family’s face and let them know he saw them as they were and loved them wholly. Those “I love you’s” got even more special in his final days. When Joyce got sick and had to stay away for a few days, Lottie was able to steal a few of Joyce’s for her own, but David made sure he got in one more to Joyce before he died.

You see, life didn’t have to be exciting. David was content making his own. Life didn’t have to give him anything. David had all he needed from God. Life didn’t have to show him the world. David’s world stayed by his side, roots intertwined. Life was not taken from him. David received life everlasting and is just waiting for his loved ones on the other side. Though their hearts grieve the loss, David left a treasure trove of memories to keep them smiling until they all can be together again.

Visitation will be held at First Methodist Church in Woodbury from 10 am to 2 pm on Tuesday, October 13, 2026. Funeral services will follow on Tuesday, October 13, 2026 at 2 pm in the First Methodist Church chapel. Pastor David Lilley will officiate. Interment will be in Mt. Olivet Cemetery.

In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made to the American Red Cross or First United Methodist Church of Woodbury. Those wishing to donate can bring or mail their donations to Gentry-Smith Funeral Home. Please make checks payable to the organization to which you are donating.

Share memories and condolences at www.gentrysmithfuneralhome.com. Gentry-Smith Funeral Home, 303 Murfreesboro Rd. Woodbury, TN 37190, 615-563-5337 Because every life has a story”

Deborah “Debie” Marie Brumit Newton, 63, of Woodbury, Tennessee went on to be with the Lord with her love by her side on Wednesday, September 30, 2026. She was born to the late Richard and Betty Warren on Wednesday, December 12, 1962 at Langley Air Force Base in Hampton, Virginia. Being born a military brat and an only child meant that Debie got the opportunity to do lots of moving and to carve out her own path in life.

Though she loved her parents, her love for her Nicaraguan grandmother played a significant role in shaping her. A culture known for resilience and warmth, often described as humble and hospitable, and having strong family bonds through whatever may come, Debie had the perfect influence to become the embodiment of “Memaw” to her friends and family. Graduating from high school in Marietta, Georgia, Debie decided at the ripe age of 18 to move to Tennessee. The Volunteer State embodied similar cultural values to Nicaragua, and her big heart had room to grow to its full potential.

Even in her career path, Debie stuck to “Memaw-related” industries. Throughout her working years, Debie worked primarily as a cashier in textile manufacturing but later worked in food services as a cashier with Aramark at MTSU. Making contact with several individuals through fabric and food just seemed to be a grand opportunity for Debie to share a smile, a word, and some encouragement. She positioned herself to use all the talents God gave her to sow seeds of kindness and to leave a ripping impact.

Her vivacious spirit and contagious smile were sure to leave an impression, and they especially left an indelible mark on her family. Being a mom to filled Debie’s heart with joy, and she loved her family without measure. Putting herself last wasn’t a sacrifice in her book because she had never become of the habit of putting herself first. It was in her nature to be selfless, and her serving heart and hands shined through in every situation.

Meeting William in June 1992 only amplified her Memaw traits because she’d found the man who easily fell into the role of being “Pa.” They were wed on December 17, 1995, and William spoiled Debie with her own personal zoo. It’s easy to say you have animals if you have pets or a farm, but Debie had both. Chickens, pigs, cockatoos, cockatiels, dogs, turkeys, you name it, and it probably graced the Newton family property. A few stars over the earlier years were Priscilla the chicken, Bella the chihuahua, and Marvin the turkey. Just like people, the animals all had a name and a place in Debie’s life and heart.

Dale, Dean, and C.J. reaped countless benefits because of William and Debie’s love for one another, them, and the animals. Life settled into a rhythm of work, raising the boys, and tending to the animals. They were the years that when you’re in them, they seem a little chaotic and tough, but looking back, they were golden. Debie’s light made them all the more, and she added just the right amount of a woman’s touch for her husband and three boys.

Life threw curves at William and Debie, and they were temporarily separated but only to come back even stronger. Memaw and Pa were together from that day forward and inseparable, and all her Memaw qualities? Well, they only grew.

The only Memaw hobby Debie never did quite get the hang of was gardening, but it sure wasn’t from lack of effort. William liked to say she “tried gardening.” Her lack of a green thumb stunted her yields, but it just gave them all something to laugh and pick at her over. They had to have something to pick at her about because her cooking and crochet work left their mouths watering and minds blown.

Debie enjoyed trying new recipes and keeping the house filled with a tantalizing aroma. There was a reason everyone called her Memaw (even her friends), and she demonstrated daily how she lived up to the title. In terms of her crochet work, Debie was a mastermind. Most of her patterns came from her head, and she did blankets, animals, coasters, oven mitts, and anything else she could come up with. If she had to watch a video to get her started on an animal, that was all she used it for – getting started. From there, she winged it, and somehow, it always came out just right. She was teaching Holly how to crochet. However, her fingers moved faster than her mouth, and she expected you to keep up. Being gifted, she didn’t quite understand the difficulty of what she was doing, but lessons were still gleaned and memories made spending time together.

It’s fairly obvious how Debie’s personality and hobbies fit the title, “Memaw,” but it was more than just that. Her character to the bone was “Memaw.” She was Modest, Effervescent, Meticulous, Altruistic, and Wholesome. In modesty, she stayed humble and did not let pride or boastful words exit her mouth. In terms of effervescence, she sparkled with positive energy and a grit to get the job done. Meticulous? She had to be tending to her household with care and attentiveness. Her altruism shown through from a young age, and she never got too self-important to put others first and be genuinely concerned about their well-being before her own. And wholesome, doesn’t that just sum up the title? She was pure and decent. She let kindness flow from her lips.

Debie was baptized and added into God’s family at Bellwood Baptist Church, attending there until her health prevented her. Nevertheless, her work for God’s Kingdom didn’t stop there. It’s hard to say the world became a little dimmer the day Debie went home because she generated so much lasting light while she was here. To strangers, her smile stayed with them. To her friends, her words stayed with them. To her family, her heart stayed with them. It may be dimmer since she left, but it is so much brighter because she lived.

She is survived by the love of her life, William Newton of Woodbury; sons, Dale (Tracy) Barnett of Russellville, KY and Dean (Holly) Barnett of Bradyville; bonus son, C.J. Kurth of Woodbury; grandchildren, Lexus Barnett of Woodbury, Lacey (Shawn Heriges) Barnett of Murfreesboro, and Hunter Trent of Bradyville; great grandson, Anthony Jacobe Jackson; brother-in-law, Donald Newton; sister-in-law, Ellen Stem; close friends, James Lee Harris and Amilia Tankersley; fur babies, Millie, Rosie, and Daisy; and feather baby, Henny.

Visitation will be held at Gentry-Smith Funeral Home on Monday, October 5, 2026 from 9 AM to 2 PM. Funeral services will be Monday, October 5, 2026 at 2 PM in the Gentry-Smith Funeral Home chapel. Interment will be in Riverside Cemetery.

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Jack K. “Tibor” Simon of Woodbury, Tennessee, passed away at his home on September 30, 2026, at the age of 80.

A Hungarian immigrant, Jack moved to the United States at the age of 10 and went on to make Cannon County his home for the past 42 years. He was a contractor and truly a “jack” of all trades, always willing and able to fix, build, create, or figure out just about anything.

In recent years, you could find Jack at the flea market every Saturday and Sunday, running his booth come rain or shine. He loved talking with people, telling stories, sharing pictures, buying lottery tickets, and driving through town. He was happiest when surrounded by the people he loved, especially at his grandchildren’s birthday parties, sporting events, and big family gatherings.

Jack is survived by his daughters, Gabriella (Adam) Worsham of Lexington, Kentucky, and Stephanie (Jeremy) Bush of Murfreesboro, Tennessee; and his five wonderful grandchildren, Evan, Logan, and Hudson Bush, and Lydia and Graham Worsham. He is also survived by his two siblings in Hungary, Martha and Peter.

Of all the things Jack had in his life, he was most proud of his daughters and grandchildren. He never hesitated to tell them how much he loved them, and he texted them nearly every day to remind them how proud he was to be their dad and Papa.

Jack will be remembered for his stories, his humor, his many talents, his generous spirit, and, most of all, the love and pride he had for his family. He leaves behind a lifetime of memories and a family who will carry his love with them always.

The family of Jack Simon will receive friends Sunday, October 4, 2026 from 12:30 P.M.  – 3:30 P.M. at Woodbury Funeral Home.  Graveside services will follow at 4:00 P.M. at Cherry cemetery with Bro. Charlie Heath officiating.

Woodbury Funeral Home, 615-563-2311 or to leave condolences and memories for his family, please visit www.woodburyfuneralhome.net.

Joe Brooks Byars, 91 passed away Sunday, August 16, 2026, at his home in Murfreesboro, TN. Born in the Dibrell community of Warren County, he was the son of the late Perry Green Byars and Marjorie Lois Griffith Byars. In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by his sister, Patsy Gail Byars.

Mr. Joe is survived by his wife of 58 years, Merrile Ann (Artist) Byars of Murfreesboro: 4 children: Benjamin Brooks (Tiffany) Byars of Murfreesboro, Jonathan David (Vanessa) Byars of Smyrna; Amy Jo (Shane) Anderson of WA; Joseph Russell (Candice) Byars of Murfreesboro. Grandchildren:  Katherine “Katie” Byars; Isabella, Ava, and Sophia Byars; Jazmin and Jesse Anderson; Tyler and Sean Byars; also, his brother, Jack Griffith (Edna) Byars. Many cousins, nephews, nieces and cousins are also surviving.

Joe was a member of the Crescent Church of Christ in Murfreesboro, TN.  Mr. Byars was also a former member of the Woodbury Church of Christ in Woodbury, TN and the Taylor Center Church of Christ in Taylor, MI where he was an elder and the treasurer. He was a veteran of the United States Army stationed in Dexheim, Germany from 1957-1959. He was an Alumni of Wayne State University in Detroit, MI where he received his Bachelor of Science in Biology and Chemistry.  He worked at the Ford Motor Company for 30 years as an Engineer in the Glass Division.  He retired from Ford in 1997 and moved to TN where he continued to enjoy his hobbies of: fishing, hunting, photography, baking bread (15 pounds at a time), gardening, and bee keeping.

A Celebration of Life will be held on Sunday, October 4th at 2 o’clock at the Woodbury Church of Christ.  

Woodbury Funeral Home, 615-563-2311 or to leave condolences and memories for his family, please visit www.woodburyfuneralhome.net

The gale force wind that was Heather-Rose Goodmaster age 43 shifted to a whisper on August 21, 2026. Born in Derby, Connecticut on January 31, 1983, daughter of Vincent and LisaMaria’ Goodmaster. Heather was a sister, mother and a grandmother. She is survived by her beloved children, Tristen Ryan Goodmaster, Ravenna Beth McCardle and her cherished granddaughter, Autumn Rose, who carries her name and legacy into the future. Brother, Christopher Vincent Goodmaster of Texas, uncle, Alfred Goodmasterof Nevada, and by Mark Williams who was an anchor for Heather, standing by her side through all the bends in her life’s journey. His unwavering devotion and friendship meant the world to her.

Heather moved with her family to Tennessee in 1987. It was there that she grew up embracing a simple, beautiful country life. She spent her youth exploring and loving the woods, developing a deep connection to nature that would inspire her for the rest of her days.

Heather was a vibrant soul known for her deep creativity, quick wit and artistic talent. She brought immense humor and warmth to the lives of those who knew her, leaving behind beautiful memories of her loving and giving spirit. Heather found great peace and inspiration in the beauty of nature, a passion that deeply influenced her creative spirit.

Heather Rose was a woman who walked between worlds. The world within her was largely a mystery to those who loved her. We were only given glimpses of her struggles. To be trapped in a world of your mind’s creation, where her fears were pulled from her subconscious, is a torment that not many would be able to survive. Heather sought out any escape from her mental illness, some unorthodox, in order to protect herself, and ultimately protect her family.

Heather was so much more than her mental illness. She was a mother, a veteran, and an artist. She created fantastical creatures with incredible detail to their stories. Her humor was sharp but charming. And above all she was fierce in her love, compassion and generosity was reflected in her need to support those around her, even when she was struggling. In her final days, she fought and tried so hard to come back to being a fully active part of her son Tristen’s and her granddaughter Autumn Rose’s life. That fierce effort was a testament to the immense love she held for them.

Those closest to her spoke of her struggles to build a life where she could be an involved daughter, mother and grandmother. Heather was tenacious and would have fought her way back to her friends and family if her life hadn’t been tragically cut short. She was so many things to so many people and will be forever carried in our hearts. A memorial ceremony to celebrate Heather’s life will be held on October 26,2026 at 3:30 at130 Thurston Young Road Bradyville TN. Share condolences and stories at wwwgentrysmithfuneralhome.com.  Gentry-Smith Funeral Home, 303 Murfreesboro Rd. Woodbury, TN 37190, 615-563-5337. Because every life has a story.

Ashlyn RaShea Hare, age 34, of Lascassas, passed away Friday, September 18, 2026, surrounded by the love of her family who meant everything to her.

Ashlyn was a devoted daughter, loving wife, cherished sister, and a compassionate Nurse, but the title she treasured above all others was Mama.

As high school sweethearts, she shared her life with her husband, Bryant Hare, and together they built a beautiful family centered around their four precious children, Wryn, Ridge, Riggs, and Rowyn. They were Ashlyn’s whole world. Her most cherished place in life was simply being their mama.  There was nowhere she would rather be than with her family.

Ashlyn carried that same loving and compassionate spirit into her career as a Registered Nurse with Murfreesboro Medical Clinic SurgiCenter. Caring for others came naturally to her, and through her work she was able to offer kindness, comfort, and reassurance to countless people.

Her faith was an important part of her life. Ashlyn was a member of One Church Calvary in Murfreesboro and Woodbury First Baptist Church.

Ashlyn is survived by her husband of 12 years, Bryant Hare; her beloved children, Wryn, Ridge, Riggs, and Rowyn Hare; her parents, Kristy and Jason Melton; sisters, Addison Melton (Carson Posch) and Allie Melton; mother-in-law and father-in-law, Connie and David Hare; sisters-in-law and brother-in-law, Jaclyn Smith, Katie Hare, and Jon Hare; grandparents, Wanda Boss, Barbara Melton, and Jimmy McBride; special aunt and uncle, Angela and Scott Schwartz; and many other loving aunts, uncles, cousins, family members, and friends.

She was preceded in death by her grandparents, Joyce Karper and Jerry Boss.

Ashlyn’s 34 years were far too few, but the love she gave cannot be measured in years. It can be seen in the family she cherished, in the lives she touched as a nurse, and most of all in four precious children who will forever carry pieces of their mama with them. Her children will grow knowing how completely they were loved, how proud their mama was of them, and how much joy they brought to her life. The love Ashlyn poured into her family will remain a part of who they are for the rest of their lives. Ashlyn loved greatly, cared deeply, and gave her very best to those she loved most. Her family was her greatest joy. 

Memorial visitation with Ashlyn’s family will be held Thursday, September 24, 2026, beginning at 2:00 P.M. at Woodbury Funeral Home. Memorial services will follow at 6:00 P.M. with Bro. Tony Burnett officiating.

In lieu of flowers, the family asks that donations be made at Woodbury Funeral Home for Ashlyn’s precious children.

To send flowers to the family or plant a tree in memory of Ashlyn RaShea (Boss) Hare, please visit our floral store.

Constance “Conni” Felice Brantley, 59, of Woodbury passed away Friday, September 4, 2026 surrounded by her family.  Born in South Miami, Florida, she is the daughter of Robbie Seale Brantley of Woodbury and the late Charles Edward Brantley.  In addition to her father, she was preceded in death by her niece, Rebecca Lynn Dickenson.

Also surviving are her sisters, her twin, Carri (David) Richardson of Woodbury, Staci (Richard) Dickenson of Crossville and Courtney (Bud) Nemeth of Woodbury; nieces and nephews, Blake (Laura) Dickenson, Baylee (Matthew) Donnell, Kaylee Rivas, Sarah Dickenson, Kooper Nemeth and Emma Richardson; great niece, Laina Mae Dickenson and special friends, Eunice Puga and Frances Galindo.

A member of the World Outreach church, Conni worked in Human Resources at MTSU and also worked at Grandview Living on the weekends.  She loved to play Bingo but more than anything loved her family and spending time making memories with them.

A memorial visitation will be Saturday, September 12, 2026 beginning at 12:00 Noon.  Memorial services will follow at 2:00 P.M. in the Chapel of Woodbury Funeral Home with Rick Underwood and Eunice Puga officiating.   Woodbury Funeral Home, 615-563-2311 or to leave condolences and memories for her family, please visit www.woodburyfuneralhome.net

Beloved mother, grandmother, sister, and friend, Christine Sibble Sanborn, 82, of Woodbury, Tennessee, passed away on September 6, 2026. Born in East Aurora, NY, Christine’s quick smile, compassionate heart, generous spirit, and joyous soul made an impression on everyone she met.

As a child, when asked what she wanted to be when she grew up, Christine said “a mother,” and what a mother she was! The love and attention she poured into her children made each of them feel like they were her favorite. Christine cherished her friends. She spent countless hours walking, talking, and drinking Diet Coke with them. The sound of her and her friends’ laughter must still be ringing through the hills of Short Mountain.

She was an avid reader, but when her children started attending Short Mountain School, she noticed there was no library. Christine took it upon herself to create and run a library for the school. She was so successful at this, she was asked to create libraries at Auburntown, East Side, Woodland, and West Side schools, making sure all the county’s children had access to good books. Many students fondly remember Ms. Chris sitting cross-legged on the floor, reading to them in her expressive voice. Christine’s work in those school libraries inspired her to return to college where she earned a masters degree in library science. She had a fulfilling career as a librarian until retirement. After retirement, she found joy in helping at the Cannon Outreach and Thrift Store where she could once again be seen cross-legged on the floor reading books to the children who came in.

She is survived by her daughters, Erica Sanborn, Nellie McCollum, Daisy (Shannon) Gannon, and Jane (Camron) Phelps; grandchildren, Umar (Ady) Rasul, Katherine Sanborn-Abbott, Ian (Sydney) Davis, and Sawyer (Jordan) Phelps; sister, Suzanne (Bill) Morris; brother, Edward Matson (Francesca) Sibble, Jr.; many close friends; and the loving caretakers and residents at Grandview Living. She was preceded in death by her beloved son, David Charles Sanborn, mother, Anne Louise Sibble, and father, Edward Matson Sibble.

In lieu of flowers, Christine suggested donations to WeCareCannon or Kennedy Krieger Foundation (supporting ALD research), or simply donate a book to a school library and pass along a little of the joy she spent her life sharing.

A celebration of Christine’s life will be held at a later date.

Woodbury Funeral Home, 615-563-2311 or to leave condolences and memories for her family, please visit www.woodburyfuneralhome.net