“For if we believe that Jesus
died and rose again, even so
them also which sleep in Jesus
will God bring with him”
--1 Thessalonians 4:14.
Hoss believed, he walked by faith with a song in his heart and a smile on his face.  He let his light shine and set a
good example for all to see.

    When we met, he had already dedicated his life to the Lord.  He was baptized on November 15, 1974, and was
a member of the Big Leatherwood Church.  By recommendation in July, 1994, he moved his letter to the Cedar
Grove Church.  He loved the Lord with all his heart, soul, mind and strength.  His whole heart’s desire was to make
Heaven his home and for us to make it as “sure as possible” also.

    Waylon Ison, “Hoss”, was the oldest son of the late Charlie and Ethel Griffith Ison.  Born in Perry County,
Kentucky on August 4, 1943, he passed from this life on April 7, 2004, having lived on this earth 60 years, 8
months, and 3 days.  He is survived by his wife of 23 years, Sue Holbrook Ison, 2 brothers, Arvis Ison “Tot”, wife
Wanda, and Claybern Ison, wife Carol; 2 sisters, Betty Francis Ison “Penny” and Sconcaray Ison; 1 nephew, 4
nieces, 4 great nephews, 3 great nieces, 1 great-great nephew, 1 great-great niece; and one uncle, Bee Ison, wife

    Knowing Hoss has forever changed my life.  Our relationship was special.  I loved him from the first time I saw
him.  He was my strength, someone I leaned on and could always depend on.  Now there is an empty place on our
home and in my heart.  I miss him, his warm smile, his laughter, his singing, and his welcome arms.  He had a
special bond with his family and he loved them very much.  He was a tower of strength to us all.

    He worked hard all his life to provide for us.  He held many different jobs from carpenter to night watchman, to
heavy equipment operator to mailman.  No job was too big or too small for him.  He was an honest man who would
help his family, friends, and neighbors any way he could.  He believed when you do something, you do the very best
you can.  I believe he could build or fix anything.  He loved the outdoors.  He used to coon hunt a lot.  He enjoyed
sitting on the porch visiting with family and friends, or watching the deer, turkeys and birds in our backyard or
planning a fishing trip.  He also enjoyed gardening and working the land with his tractor.  He would find something to
do outside even it was picking up rocks or pulling weeds.

    His most important work was serving the true and living God.  He was a witness for the Lord; giving his
testimony to anyone who would listen.  Over the years, he had “church” in our home many times when family and
friends came for visits, sometimes into the early morning hours.  He had a strong sense of right and wrong and
stood up for his beliefs, using the Bible as his guide.  He was the watchman of his house, putting on the whole
armor of God, the breastplate of faith and love, and for a helmet, the hope of salvation.  He walked in the light, not
in darkness, that day should overtake him as a thief.

    All his life, the route to and from home had to be traveled through the creek.  When the waters were too high,
there was no way to get a vehicle across.  On Wednesday, April 9, 2003, when he got sick, the waters were to
high to get across.  His brother came and took him to the hospital.  The doctors gave us no hope, but God heard
our prayers and two weeks later, on Wednesday, April 23, 2003, we brought him home with us.  He was so
physically sick and weak, but his spirit so strong.  He said God spared him for a reason, I believe it was for all of us.

    With the help of so many family, friends, and neighbors—their phone calls, their visits, their pleas-that the county
would build us a bridge.  Construction started toward the end of March, 2004.  Hoss told the crew if they didn’t
hurry, he would never be able to use that bridge.  The bridge was completed.  On Tuesday when they brought the
gravel for the ramp, Hoss told them, “Boys, I’m afraid you’ve waited too late for me, I’ll never get to use this bridge,
but my wife Sue will, and she needs this bridge.”  The next day on Wednesday, April 7, 2004, he crossed over this
bridge and visited his brother, Clay, and went on to visit his brother, Tot, and on his way home, he stopped by his
brother in the Lord, cousin Merle Campbell.  This is as far as he got.  He told Merle he was dying.  He never made
it back to our home across this man-made bridge.  But, I believe he made a better crossing-he crossed over the
bridge to eternal life.  Now he will sleep for a short while, and at the resurrection, “...the dead in Christ shall rise
first; then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the
air; and so shall we ever be with the Lord.”  This is not the end, but the beginning of life eternal in Heaven.

    A sincere thank you to family, friends, ministers, brothers, and sisters for showing how much you care with the
special things you have done for us.

    A special thank you to family and friends who stayed by our side and for your continued love and support.  
Thank you for helping me in every way.

We always knew from the start
We would be as one, til death do us part
Our time together seemed too short, since we met
I prayed so hard, Lord, Please, not yet!!!

God answered our many prayers
For a little longer, you could be ours
He saw you struggle for the breath to live
A new breath of life, He would give

You said you was dying, you was not alone
That day when God called you home
With your faith so strong, you was on your way
On this earth, you could no longer stay

You looked so peaceful when you fell asleep
You soul is now His to keep
Waylon Ison