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Willow Pond Chapel (Murray 13th Ward)
6300 S. 700 W., Murray, UT 84123Thursday Feb 26, 2026: 6:00 PM - 8:00 PM
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Willow Pond Chapel (Murray 13th Ward)
6300 S. 700 W., Murray, UT 84123Friday Feb 27, 2026: 9:30 AM - 10:30 AM
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Willow Pond Chapel (Murray 13th Ward)
6300 S. 700 W., Murray, UT 84123Friday Feb 27, 2026: 11:00 AM - 12:00 PM
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Patricia Ann Sheehan Woodall, 77, passed away peacefully yet unexpectedly on February 22, 2026, following a sudden brain bleed. While her family is heartbroken by the swiftness of her departure, they find comfort in the vibrant, love- and faith-filled legacy she left behind and believe we will be with her again and rejoice in her reunion with her son Mike.
Born in Redding, California, Pat’s early years included time in foster care, which shaped her into the resilient woman she became. She attended Brigham Young University, where she studied Physical Education. While attending college, she was introduced to the love of her life, Garn Woodall. The two were married on December 11, 1969, in the Salt Lake Temple, beginning a 56-year journey of partnership and devotion.
A faithful member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Pat was a dedicated temple-goer who found profound peace and purpose serving in the Lord’s house. Throughout her life, she served in numerous church positions, as well as a Salt Lake Inner City Mission and in the Mid Singles Ward with her husband Garn. Her service was the foundation for some of her deepest, lifelong friendships. Most recently, she found immense joy in teaching kids in her Primary class.
Pat was a fixture in Murray City sports, serving for years as an official for T-ball, baseball, softball, basketball, and soccer. She didn’t just watch from the sidelines; she lived for the game. She was a pitcher for years in a coed softball league, an avid racquetball player, and a fierce competitor in the Senior Games. She was known for "playing up," choosing to compete against younger athletes just for the thrill of the challenge. She was still playing racquetball with a group she dearly loved until just a few days before she passed.
Pat consumed books like wildfire and cherished her book club discussions with an amazing group of friends. She also taught early morning Spanish classes to children at multiple elementary schools for years, as well as adult Spanish classes in the evening. She influenced countless lives and shared her love of language through these classes.
Pat was the undisputed queen of family game night. Whether it was board games, cards, dice, word games, or strategy games, if it involved sitting with family and friends, Pat was all in – even making up “Woodall Rules” the longer the game was played.
To her 13 grandchildren, Pat wasn't just a grandmother; she was their closest and dearest friend. She possessed a rare, almost miraculous ability to make every single one of them the center of her universe. If there was anything they were interested in, she was always excited to share those interests with them and would move space and time to attend their games, events, and performances. Her attention was endless, her acceptance of new family members was exhilaratingly fast, and her love was a constant, warm embrace.
Speaking of warmth, Pat famously preferred the world "toasty." She could be found in wool socks and thick blankets year-round, with the thermostat firmly set at 75 degrees. Her life was a splash of color – specifically the pinks, blues, and Irish greens that her family will always associate with her.
In a final act of love and heroism, Pat completed her mortal journey as an organ donor, offering the gift of life to others.
She was preceded in death by her son, Michael Garn Woodall; her parents, Edward William Sheehan and Shirley Mae Hamm; and her brothers, Michael and Ed.
She is survived by her loving husband, Garn Ray Woodall Jr.; her sister, Sandie (Steve) Greene; her sister-in-law, Zola Sheehan; and her daughters, Misty (Dan) Sherwood, Mandy (Jon) Decker, and Marin (JR) McDonnel, daughter in law (Marcie Westbrook), along with her adored grandchildren: Austin and Devan Woodall; Mcky (Stephanie), Mason, Marcus (Kyla), and Merrick (Mikaylie) Sherwood; Sadie (Joseph) Andreason; Haylie (Jonathan) Frey, Carden, and Alicyn Decker; Collin, Kelsie, and Nolan McDonnel; and nine great-grandchildren: McKoy, Prim Rose, Penelope Blue, Scottie, and Jetson Sherwood; Penny and Phoenix Andreason; and Elouise and Jonathan Frey.
A viewing will be held Thursday, February 26, 6:00 – 8:00 PM at the Murray 13th Ward, 6300 S. 700 W., Murray, Utah. Funeral services will be held at the same location on Friday, February 27, 11:00 AM with a viewing from 9:30 – 10:30 AM prior to the service. Interment will be at Larkin Sunset Gardens. A recording of the service can be accessed by clicking the "Watch Services" button above.
The family expresses deep gratitude to the physicians, nurses, and staff at the IMC Neuro ICU and Donor Connect for their compassionate and extraordinary care during Pat’s final days.
Guestbook/Condolences
Both of my sons took early morning Spanish from her at Grant. I have fond memories of her being a ref at my daughter's basketball games. She was one of a kind and she will be missed and remembered.
I’ll miss and love you forever my dear friend. Our friendship was so special!
Our hearts are broken losing our dear friend. We were just getting ready for our yearly group trip to Lava Hot Springs that we all enjoyed. We loved going with Pat because of her loving energy and fierce game play. She will be greatly missed by us all. We will always keep you in our hearts Pat and we love you.
The Embodiment of Joy
How could simple words do justice in describing Pat Woodall? She is vivacious like no other. She is witty, determined, and faithful. She is courageous and unabashed in the way she lived, wearing the world’s biggest heart on a the world’s brightest pink sleeve. Undaunted by her inauspicious beginnings, she was a light that could not be dimmed.
She is the personification of joie de vivre.
To many she is a friend or role model. To some, she is the most intimidating racquetball foe imaginable. To me, she fills so many roles. She was my neighbor, and then she was my referee. She was my friend, and then she was my grandma. She was the first person to connect me with the love of my life.
She gave others so much joy.
Throughout all of the roles she has played in my life, one thing has been consistent: she always made me feel important. To her, every person was the most important person in her universe.
She is joyful.
I am heartbroken at the prospect of navigating the rest of my time on Earth without Grandma Woodall, a woman who is family to me as much as any other person I know. I will miss her dry sense of humor, her charming decorations, and her sweltering thermostat preferences. I will note with sadness the distinct absence of her monochromatic outfits and unwavering support. My children will miss her generosity in the form of thoughtful toys and darling holiday outfits. My wife will miss her unconditional love and endless supply of positivity.
We will miss her joy.
Grandma Woodall is truly leaving an indelible impression upon us all. As I reflect upon her mortal experience, I cannot help but feel inspired to be more like the Savior she so closely sought to follow. She is loving as He is loving, and I want to be more loving, too. She is driven as He is driven, and I want to have that drive, too. She is compassionate and thoughtful as He is compassionate and thoughtful, and I want to be compassionate and thoughtful, too. If her goal was to bring others closer to Jesus Christ, she has certainly succeeded in that.
She was a Heaven-sent messenger of joy.
Though we grieve the loss of time with her now, I know we will see her again. She is doing in Heaven what she always did on Earth: finding joy in filling her life with people and service in a meaningful Work. Though we are sorrowful, she is undoubtedly very happy. She is reconnecting with people just as excited to see her as we are sad to see her go. She is enjoying a well-deserved mansion in Heaven, probably hugging a helpful angel and asking (with a wink) for the celestial thermostat to be bumped upward so she can wear her favorite blue track suit without her hands getting cold.
She continues to spread joy.
Grandma is doing great. If we feel like we are not, it is only because we have so much love for her in our hearts; love that simply refuses to accept any amount of separation from her—no matter how brief in the relativity of eternity. So, we may feel inconsolable for a time. And that is okay. We may ache in devastation at the temporary dimming of the sunlight (reflecting the Son’s light), that she was in our mortal journeys. And that is completely understandable. We will miss the joy she brought to our lives from the moment we met her. And that is only natural. Indeed, the time we will endure until we are at last reunited with her vibrant, energetic soul will at times feel like a long, dark night—bereft of God’s most joyful child.
But we will see her again at the dawn of the Resurrection. For as the Psalmist said, “Weeping may endure for a night; but joy cometh in the morning.”
Woodall family,
So sorry to hear of Pat’s sudden passing. Our hearts and prayers are with your family at this time.
Pat was my best friend at Enterprise High School in Redding California. We enjoyed adventures in Girl Scouts, camping at the lake, and playing the Ukulele. We made a lot of memories. I loved playing games with her and she always made me laugh. I will miss her but I do know that where she is through the Saviors plan, that she is happy and very busy as always. Last Touch! Kareh
Pat is part of so many of my youth memories. Early morning Spanish, rides to clogging with Mandy (with Pat’s oldies on the radio), reffing or coaching my sport activities, primary and YW lessons. I was always amazed at her zeal for life! Mandy and family, Pat was a special lady and it was my privilege to know her and have her influence in my life. Love and condolences to all of you❤️
I was deeply saddened to hear about your sudden passing. Please know how truly sorry we are. You were such a special friend to my husband for so many years, especially through all those racquetball games you shared together. He always spoke so highly of you and treasured your friendship.
Your kindness, friendship, and the memories you created will always be remembered. Our hearts go out to your family and loved ones during this incredibly difficult time. We are keeping you all in our thoughts and prayers.
My sweet pixie friend. We had some good times. Shocked to hear you left us but you were so special and well loved. See you someday.
I am so sorry for your loss. Pat was an amazing neighbor, leader, and friend to me. I will be forever thankful that I was able to associate with her. May you find peace and feel the love of our Savior at this time.