With deepest regrets we are saddened for the passing of our beloved husband, father, grandfather and great-grandfather, George Wood, 84, of Hamden, NY on April 13, 2025.

George was born July 23, 1940, the son of Millard and Agnes Wood of Walton, NY.

George graduated from Walton Central School in 1958, he then enlisted in the Army from 1959 to 1962, then served in the Navy from 1964 to 1966.

He was a truck driver for Dellwood, Yellow Freight and Johnston & Rhodes.  He also drove bus for the Delaware County ARC.  He is survived by his loving wife Audrey (Hood) Wood of 57 years.

Also surviving are four sons, Scott Wood of Oneonta, Kevin Wood (Carin) of Walton, Kyle Wood (Laura) of Delhi and Shane Wood (Moonhee) of East Taunton, MA.

7 grandchildren, Sam Wood (Victoria) of Walton, Kirsten Wood Nelson of NC, Tyler Wood of Davenport, Hunter Wood (Morgan) of Downsville, Kayla Wood of Schenevus, Karrington Wood of East Taunton, MA and Tenlei Wood of Walton.

6 great-grandchildren, Braxton and Ryker Wood of Walton, Gabriel and Jameson of NC and Levi and Memphis Wood of Downsville.

He is also survived by brother Ray Wood (Arlene) of Bainbridge, Carl Wood (Gail) of IN, Steve Wood (Patty) of Walton. 2 sisters Irene Conklin of Oneonta and Carol Wood Nichols of Walton. Sister-in-laws Beverly Wood of Walton and Karen Hoyt of Bainbridge.

Predeceased by his parents and brothers Al and Merlyn.

There will be a graveside service Friday, April 18, 2025 at 1 P.M., with Navy Military Honors and the Honor Guard at Paige Cemetery in Downsville, NY.  Followed by a celebration of life at the Downsville American Legion.

Should you go first and I remain

to walk the road alone,

I'll live in memory's garden, dear,

With happy days we've known.

In Spring I'll watch for roses red

When fades the lilac blue,

In early Fall when brown leaves fall,

I'll catch a glimpse of you.

Should you go first and I remain

For Battles to be fought,

Each thing you've touched along the way

Will be a hollowed spot.

I'll hear your voice, I'll  see your smile,

Though blindly I may grope,

The memory of your helping hand

Will buoy me on with hope.

Should you go first and I remain

To finish with the scroll,

No length'ing shadows shall creep in

To make this life seem droll.

We've known so much happiness.

We've had our cup of joy,

And memory is one gift of God

That death cannot destroy.

Should you go first and I remain,

One thing I'd have you do;

Walk slowly down that long, lone path,

For soon I'll follow you.

I'll want to know each step  you take,

That I may walk the same,

For someday, down that lonely road,

You'll hear me call your name.