Diana Marie Wood Bowlin, 57, of Evans, departed this earth for Heaven on November 15th, 2017 after a brief but aggressive illness. She was born July 11th, 1960 to Patricia Jean Wood, grand-daughter of well known local artist Homer McFarland, who was described as having “a lifestyle before his time,” much like Diana herself. As a young woman, she underwent two experimental Deep-Brain Stimulation surgeries, furthering research in the neuroscience field as doctors aimed to help alleviate her disabilities. Despite those disabilities, she worked hard and lived boldly, always selflessly giving an immense amount of joy and laughter to those who surrounded her. Her wit was unmatched, as was her hand at a game of dice.  

She fought adversity and stereotypes, and was truly an inspiration to all who knew her. In 2004, she was diagnosed with the rarest form of Leukemia, Large Granular Lymphocytic Leukemia (say that five times fast, she would say). After courageously battling that cancer for 13 years, she unfortunately developed an aggressive secondary cancer this past September that she valiantly lost her fight to. She peacefully joined her mother in Heaven, surrounded by the warmth and love of family. 

   She is survived by her older sister Melinda Johnson and brother-in-law Peyton Johnson, her older brother Jackie Wood, her nephew Jacob and nieces Patricia “Space Cadet” Johnson, Caitlin “Catie Bug” Johnson, and great-nephew Maynard James Johnson. She could solve a Wheel-of-Fortune puzzle with just one letter just as easily as she could make you feel special and loved in an instant. She loved her cat Smokey Bowlin, music, her Pepsi, and a chocolate Frosty. She touched so many lives with her beautiful, brave soul in her short time on this earth and will forever live on in the hearts of those who knew and loved her.

   “The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”-Jack Kerouac