When I was a child, I had a favorite boy cousin. I know we’re not supposed to, especially since boys have cooties, but I did anyway. He was older than me, and clever. He never failed to bring a smile to my face. Once when I was about 10, I think…he dared me to try dipping snuff. I did it. It was horrible and I can’t believe I didn’t choke on the foul stuff that is “snuff.”
We called him Tiger, a nickname given to him by our Grandmother, but his name was Terry. Terry Wayne to his mom, I think. I don’t remember her calling him anything else.
I haven’t seen Tiger in a long time; longer than I care to admit but I love him the same as I did then. I have missed him these last long years, and now I will go on missing him I suppose.
If we know people in Heaven, that makes me smile. It means he can say hello to my Daddy and the grandparents that he and I share. It also means that I’ll see him again someday, and that would mean the world to me.
May you rest in peace, Tiger.
In Loving Memory
Terry Wayne Williams
February 05, 1972 – July 27, 2012
You are dearly missed.