Memorial weekend the whole family got together to remember my sweet Tad. We visited his favorite place on top of a mountain where he wanted his ashes to be thrown. We cannot get his ashes from mother so, we all stood quietly and just let the memories of him flow through us. I wish I could have made his last wish come true. I LOVE HIM VERY MUCH. He was a very kind person that would give the shirt off of his back.Even when it was his last shirt. I hope he is at peace at last.
His Sister, Lynn ( YaYa)
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Memorial weekend the whole family got together to remember my sweet Tad. We visited his favorite place on top of a mountain where he wanted his ashes to be thrown. We cannot get his ashes from mother so, we all stood quietly and just let the memories of him flow through us. I wish I could have made his last wish come true. I LOVE HIM VERY MUCH. He was a very kind person that would give the shirt off of his back.Even when it was his last shirt. I hope he is at peace at last.
His Sister, Lynn ( YaYa)
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Tad was nine months or so older than I. Our mothers are sisters. He, Britt, my brother Mike and I saw each other a lot as younger children. Then later on when we were in our late teens and early twenties Tad and I re-connected. I have so many crazy memories it is hard to narrow it down to one. I have laughed through the tears many times in the past weeks. He was more than a cousin to me. He was a brother/friend/mentor/confidant. There have been few people in my life with which I have had such a close connection. Tad was ALWAYS there for me. I miss you "cuzworth". I will never forget you.
When we were kids we climbed a magnolia tree and were throwing those "cones" that grow on them like hand grenades. If I remember correctly one of us hit a passing car with one. The driver stopped and told our moms. I don't remember if we got a whipping. I doubt if it mattered to us if we did. Whenever we were together we were always into something.
When we were kids we climbed a magnolia tree and were throwing those "cones" that grow on them like hand grenades. If I remember correctly one of us hit a passing car with one. The driver stopped and told our moms. I don't remember if we got a whipping. I doubt if it mattered to us if we did. Whenever we were together we were always into something.
First Cousin, Mark Trammel
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I met Tad when he first moved to Clarksville, we hit it off and became good friends. I've been trying to think of a story to tell that wouldn't get Rowena or Aubrey mad at me, I love those two people! seems like most of the stories involving Tad revolve around cars or guns and my story does too. We were about 14 and I spent the night at the lake with Tad, we went out to shoot his muzzle loader, that was a lot of fun. Anyway, I had an old leather hat I wore everywhere and we decided to shoot a hole in it. We set it up on the creek bank and each took a turn,I missed and naturally Tad didn't! To show how things come around, last year my 14 year old son spent the night with his buddy and when he came home he had a bullet hole in his ball cap just like mine. Now, Alex had never heard me tell that story and I got goosebumps thinking how similar the two events were. I hope he gets to have as many memories of the times spent with his best buddy as I have memories of Tad. Buddy, I miss you and think about you everyday.
Friend, Terry Skidgel
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I use to go to Lynns house every weekend when we were younger. Tad and Britt were really young, but they taught me how to ride dirt bikes. We would ride all day and end up at a lake. I didn't get to see Tad much due to living out of town. My last time I saw Tad was a rememberable one, we surprised my grand father for his 90th birthday and most of the cousins were there wearing overalls. We had a great day , I am so glad we were all together. He will be truly missed by his family. They all loved him very much.
Cousin Kim
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Tad and I had a lot in common. We love chevy pick ups! He also shared my love for hunting and guns and I too like to run the roads. I will always miss him.
~His Nephew, Dylan
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When Tad and me were little we had a calf name Sirloin. Tad came in the house yelling that he had broke the calf to ride. Tad was heavier then me, so I went running out and jumped on Sirloin like I could ride him like a horse. I hit the ground just as fast as I jumped on. Tad laughed so hard at me. But, I got him back a few years later. We were making a swing in the winter so we could swing across the creek. The rope was to short so I tied a bicycle inner tube to the limb, then the rope to the tube. He tried to get me to swing first after some debate he was the first to swing. He swung out over the creek, the tube stretched out dropping him in the cold water. He walked home cold and stiff legged and I was laughing all the way.
I loved him and don't know what I'm going to do without him. I will miss him.
His brother,
Brit
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When Chad was just a small boy, he would go visit with the boys when they lived in the country. He loved Tad riding him on the four-wheeler and watching the animals. They had a turkey and a goat that ran around on the grounds, and the boys would put them together and the goat would butt the turkey and the turkey would flog the goat. They would fight until the goat would find a safe haven on top of the doghouse. Of course the boys (big & little) would laugh their selves to death. Chad loved being out there with the boys and their animals.
Tad was always the sweetest person to me, and was always smiling that mischievous smile. I loved him dearly, and will miss seeing him when I visit Aubrey. He will always be a beautiful memory in my heart.
All our family will miss Tad.
JESUS HERE IS ANOTHER CHILD FOR YOU TO HOLD, AND NEVER LET HIM GO.
I love you
Aunt June and family
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I am Tad's aunt Marilyn, when he was about three or four years old, I lived beside him. My daughter, April, was a few years older than Tad, she would
go next door to play with him, he was always teasing her telling her she couldn't go home, she would start crying and thought she had to stay.
I was always asking him where he got something, he would say"ahh to K-marts" no matter where he got it. He told me one day every time I come
to your house "I want 2 cookies "and he would hold up two little fingers. He was soooo cute!!
Tad, I still loved you all these years, although I did not get to see you very much!
We will all miss you, but we still have you in our hearts, so therefore we will never lose you.
Aunt Marilyn
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When I was 7, I fell out of a tree and cut my arm open pretty bad. I was terrified and ran to my Uncle Tad crying, He grabbed me up in his arms and held me so tight and held me like that as my dad drove me to the ER. I remember feeling so safe with him! Tad may have been a manly man when you looked at him but when he was with me... he was as soft as a teddy bear. This trait is something he passed on to his precious son and for that the world will be a better place!
I love my Uncle Tad so much,
Lindsay
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When we were young, in our back yard, there was an area we were not to go in. It was the septic tank. Tad had been warned to stay away. Tad was about three and he always talked when he was playing. One day mom ask him who he was talking to and he said my friend. She said well, whats his name and he said "septic tank." he had septic tank for a friend for about a year ! Ha! Ha!
Love,
Lynn
When my baby brother was born I was 8 years old. I LOVED HIM!!! My name is Laura Lynn. Mom always called me Laura. When tad started talking he called me Yaya. Today my nieces and nephews call me Yaya. Every time I hear that I will always think of him. ** Yaya, I had no idea! I thought I started that**
Love Lynn
When Lynn and I were teenagers, the boys were about 3 and 5. We always wanted to sleep late on the weekends. Mom would send them in to wake us up.....we were always so irritated by this.......one day Tad came in and jumped right in the middle of the bed as we were sleeping. I said "Get out of here you little bastard" he went to to tell on me.....he said " Momma, Momma, Gwen called be a basket!" Of course, I didn't mean to call him a bad name :)
Love,
Lynn
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When my baby brother was born I was 8 years old. I LOVED HIM!!! My name is Laura Lynn. Mom always called me Laura. When tad started talking he called me Yaya. Today my nieces and nephews call me Yaya. Every time I hear that I will always think of him. ** Yaya, I had no idea! I thought I started that**
Love Lynn
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When Lynn and I were teenagers, the boys were about 3 and 5. We always wanted to sleep late on the weekends. Mom would send them in to wake us up.....we were always so irritated by this.......one day Tad came in and jumped right in the middle of the bed as we were sleeping. I said "Get out of here you little bastard" he went to to tell on me.....he said " Momma, Momma, Gwen called be a basket!" Of course, I didn't mean to call him a bad name :)
Love,
Gwen
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When we were kids, many moons ago, our parents (Kitty, Glo, Roena & Aubrey) used to take us up to L.A.'s house on Greer's Ferry Lake for a weekend every now and then. Tad was a little kid then, and in one of his more rambunctious moments, he came running full speed down a steep hill...I thought it was the driveway, but Mama says it was the boat ramp...anyway, there was a lot of loose gravel and he busted his butt right in front of everybody. He didn't hurt anything but his pride...this was evident because he jumped up, glared at everybody, and said, "What do you think?? FALL???" Of course, he never lived that one down...we all still say that when we're flabbergasted about something.
Love,
Gloria Gean
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My Uncle Tad always LOVED cats. When he lived with my mom (Gwen) and I we had a storage house in our back yard and there was a cat that lived back there with only 3 legs. Being the silly guy he was he named the cat "Tripod" and told me it was a boy... months later our "adopted" wild cat Tripod had kittens! I was THRILLED! When they were a few weeks old, Uncle Tad helped me gather them all up and take them to school for show and tell! I have so MANY memories of my Uncle with cats. He was for sure a cat person :)
I miss you,
Lindsay
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