AUTRY, Wymon Harold

Wyman

Autry, age

Plainville, away

March 7, 2024.

Wyman was born on February 11, 1940, in Gordon County. Son of the late Clyde Lee Autry Sr. and Fannie Mae Scott Autry. In addition to his parents he was also preceded in death by: four brothers, C.L. Autry, Jack Autry, Billy Autry, and Eugene Autry; and one sister, Betty Autry Cleveland. He was a veteran of the United States Army and was an electrician prior to his retirement. Wyman was a member of the Fellowship Baptist Church in Plainville and the Plainville Masonic Lodge #364 F&AM.

He is survived by his children, Kim Fuller and her husband Ted, Dennis Autry and his wife Debi, and Lynn Autry Laudeman; six grandchildren, Tyler (Terrilynn) Autry, Lexie Fuller, Luke (Sydney) Fuller, A.J. Laudeman, Forest Laudeman, and Coley McGhee; three great-grandchildren, Max Heida, Parker Casola, and Gracen Fuller; and brother, Troy (Mary) Autry.

Funeral Services were conducted on Sunday, March 10, 2024 at 3 PM from the Chapel of Thomas Funeral Home with Reverend Ron %DQNVWRQ RɤFLDWLQJ %XULDO followed in Scott Cemetery. Prior to the service the family received friends from 2 PM until 3PM.

Pallbearers serving were Kerry Autry, Greg Cleveland, Stanley Cleveland, Farron Autry, Keith Braden, Tyler Autry, Luke Fuller, Forest Laudeman, and Wayne Selman.

Honorary Pallbearers were members of the Plainville Masonic Lodge #364.

You may leave the family online condolences at www. thomasfuneralhomecalhoun. com

Thomas Funeral Home has proudly been entrusted with the care of Wyman Harold Autry.

Harold 84, of passed Thursday,

I AM NOT THERE

Do not stand by my grave and weep, for I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am diamonds that glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning hush I am the swift uplifting rush of EXWWHUÀLHV LQ MR\RXV ÀLJKW , am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die.

— Author Unknown

“Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have — life itself.”

— Walter Anderson

“Life is for the living. Death is for the dead.

Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.”

— Langston Hughes