Thursday, December 3, 2015
Roy B. Thurmon
Roy B. Passed away at 100 years old.
Loved by one daughter and one son, one daughter/son-in-law, your last living brother Parks, 8 grand children and 16 great grandchildren. Thanksgiving was not the same without you Grandmom and Granddad. There was no homemade dressing from cornbread or Waldorf salad but there was Pumpkin pie, boiled peanuts and DINNER ROAST. You took the guess work at times out of Holidays, we just knew we were either coming for Thanksgiving or Christmas. Now its on us to start making our own memories and traditions. You are on a pretty high pedestal. You gave strong hugs, the only one that called us "sugar", taught me things that I will never learn from anyone else, gave advice, listened but above all you LOVED unconditionally. You will be so missed but always remembered.
grape soda in the fridge, CHUCK, the Red Barn House, the dinner bell, inflatable snakes in the orchard, gum from the bank, tractors, straw work hats, callus hands, white handkerchief in your church coat pocket, grey crown vic, boiled peanuts, castrating of cows, baby calf being born, full of childhood memories, button/button. Quarters in your jar, buzzing hearing aids, popcorn, little Debbie nutty buttys, peanuts, side smirks, silent toots (because you thought you couldn't hear them no one else could either), a poet, your love for grandmom, your advice about money and finances.