Beneath the whispering pines of Russellville, where the breath of Ozarks lingers, Douglas Hays Wade began his earthly sojourn on the frost-touched morn of December 29, 1968. His journey through the tapestry of time ceased amidst the winter’s silence on January 24, 2024, in Morrilton, Arkansas, as he was cradled into the arms of eternity at the age of 56.
Born of the union of the late Patsy Wade and Donald Hays Wade, and brother to the late Willie Wayne Wade, Douglas’s lineage is woven with the threads of resilience and love. His spirit now dances in the celestial realm, meeting those who have painted the stars with their own departure: his aunt, Ella Osburn Stacy and cousin, Frank Stacy.
He bequeaths to the land of the living his most precious creations: his daughter, Lagina Wade Campbell; his grandchildren, the tender saplings, Adreanna Myatt, Jase Campbell, and Blake Campbell; his stalwart brother, Mark Wade; a sister of gentle strength; and a constellation of nieces and nephews, the echos of his being, among them are Mark Wade Jr., Justin Wade is his wife, Teresa and Buster Hines, and Carrie Wade Bowman and her husband Brandon, Brittany Gray of Greenbrier, Josh Wade of Enola as well as the Stacy kindred of Guy, Arkansas, who bear the names Dub, Walter, Michelle, and Sheila.
In the forge of Ira’s Sheet Metal Shop in Greenbrier, Douglas shaped the world in subtle ways, his hands speaking the language of creation as they tended to the metallic sinews of cars. His passion for horses was a galloping testament to his quest for freedom, while the small engines he nurtured hummed with the vitality of his care.
A private gathering, as intimate as the quiet moments he cherished, shall serve as a tribute to Douglas’s passage. The Wilcox Family Funeral Home of Greenbrier, Arkansas, stands as the sentinel, guiding the Wade family through the veils of sorrow.
Let those who knew him, who felt the gentle gravity of his presence pause and reflect upon Douglas Hays Wade’s sojourn among us. In the hush of memory, we shall find him, in the rustle of autumn leaves, the steadfastness of the oak, and the resilience of the human heart. May his soul, unburdened, ascend to the vast embrace of the infinite, and there, may he find peace.