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Obituary
Maxwell Jude Womeldorph of Parker, Texas, passed away on December 23, 2025, at the tender age of 15. He was born on October 1, 2010, and was the beloved son of James and Carlina (Terrana) Womeldorph.
Max was an ambitious and respected student whose teachers greatly enjoyed having him in their classroom. Bright, curious, and full of life, he poured his heart into the things he loved most—especially his dog, Freddie, and baseball. As a proud catcher (where he acquired his nickname “Moose”) and devoted LA Dodgers fan, Max showed determination, loyalty, and true team spirit. He also loved Star Wars, LEGO, gaming, fishing, and building things with his hands. A passionate collector, he took great pride in his growing collection of baseball and Pokémon cards. Max dreamed of getting his driver’s license, working on cars, and one day becoming a mechanical engineer. He was determined to be a beacon of hope as a leukemia survivor and to get back to school in person to be with his friends.
More than anything, Max loved his family and friends. He was a caring son, brother, and friend whose kindness, humor, and joy touched everyone who knew him. He shared a close bond with his parents, his three sisters, and his big brother, and he was especially cherished by his “Papa,” who delighted in spoiling him. Max was a faithful member of St. Jude Catholic Church.
Max is survived by his parents, James and Carlina Womeldorph; his siblings, Gracyn, Addison, Hendrix, and Bella Womeldorph; his grandparents, Howard and Ann Womeldorph; Richard Airth; and Joseph and Kristine Terrana; and many loving relatives and friends who will forever carry him in their hearts. He is welcomed into eternity by his late brother, Lincoln, his Gigi, and Our Lord and Savior.
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I always enjoyed our lessons on Friday afternoons and the energy, spirit and fun that you brought with you.
I am so grateful for the time I shared with you. You will always be remembered.
Max, the Maverick Moose,
I met you in sixth grade,
My first year walking the halls of Murphy—
An administrator
Still learning names,
Still learning hearts.
Others will remember the lines on paper:
A student.
Gifted and talented.
Exceptional athlete.
Zero behavior incidents.
But this—this is how I knew you.
Every day, without fail,
Amid the chaos of hallways and laughter,
You found me.
“Hey, Mrs. Franco, how’s your day?”
A simple question,
Yet somehow, a gift.
Your golden, curly locks,
Your infectious smile
Brightened my daily grind.
Not a single day passed
Without your voice,
Your smile,
Your fist bump—offered like a promise
That goodness still moved freely
Through crowded halls.
You carried sunshine so naturally,
You never knew you were doing it.
“You guys always ask—who’s my number one?”
I’d jokingly blurt out a random number,
But you, Moose,
You were always my number one,
And your Table 28 knows that.
Then one day,
8th grade
The light flickered.
You looked pale, tired,
As if your young body was holding
A weight it was never meant to bear.
I sat beside you at lunch.
You said quietly,
“I feel tired.”
From that moment on,
You lived in my prayers.
Each one whispered with hope,
Offered to St. Jude,
Asking for a miracle—
For strength, for healing,
For more time.
And miracles…
They come in forms we don’t always recognize.
Yours, Max,
Was not staying—
But going.
Going home to your Creator,
Where pain cannot follow
And youth never fades.
Fifteen years were enough
To fulfill a mission of kindness,
Of light,
Of love given freely
And remembered forever.
The hallways are quieter now,
But your greeting still echoes,
Your fist bump lives on in memory,
Your sunshine still warms our hearts.
You will be remembered, Moose—
Jersey #72,
My number one.
Your mission is accomplished.
You are loved—
Always.
Maverick Moose,
Maxwell Jude, fly peacefully.
Max was truly a joy to be around. He was always smiling and always had something to say! I always loved any time I got to spend with any of the Womeldorph children, they made me smile on the inside and outside. Love to all of you!
Max’s courageous attitude will truly be missed here at East. I know he will be watching and cheering us on from the greatest seat in the park, and I know that now Max has the greatest Coach any player could ever ask for—our Lord and Savior. As long as I am the Head Baseball Coach here at East, we will honor Max by presenting a MAXimum Courage Award in his name.
Thank you for making me a fan of
The Dodgers this year.
I’m not an OG fan like you are, but I’m happy to be a new fan - even if people call me a ‘band wagon’ fan now. 🤷♂️🫣😂
I miss you, Max. But you’re in my heart every day bud.
Love you…
Uncle Geoff
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