This memorial page was created to honor the memory of Lloyd Thomas Fowler, known to friends and family simply as Tom. He was a wonderfully kind-hearted and honest man who worked hard for his family. He loved his wife, children, and grandchildren with all of his being and left a lasting impression in the hearts and minds of those he loved.
If you have a memory of him, please share so that we may all be warmed by memories of his love and laughter.
My grandfather sang to me....so many silly little songs. I'm not sure I remember them all... but I remember a lot of them, and now I sing them to my children. They say, "Mommy sing us the songs your Grandpa sang to you!" and I know which ones they mean. From "Greasy grimy gopher guts" to "Goodnight Irene" we go through the list.... and then we do it again.
I feel very blessed to have so many wonderful memories of my Grandfather. He was the most amazing person, and so influential on my young life. So much of what I learned about patience, kindness, strength, honor, and love came from that man. There literally isn't one single day that passes without a thought of him. Everything reminds me of him, in one way or another. I know that he is still with me, that he watches over me, that he directs me in some unseen way. "There are more than angels watching over me... I believe."
I remember doing this a million times as a child. I would be tired and grandpa would be reading in his recliner. I'd crawl up on his lap and sleep on his chest for however long I wanted to... Sometimes I wouldn't sleep I'd just lay there and listen to his breathing, or ask him a million questions about whatever book he was reading. I know this isn't a memory for just me, all of us did it, it was always our favorite spot. I miss him so much it's unbelievable. I thought this was supposed to get easier and I still feel my heart breaking every time I think about him. He was the greatest man in the world. The best grandpa anyone could ever ask for. Everyone that knew him felt blessed to know him. He was an angel from God, and he was my grandpa.
I also remember sleeping on the glass tray that he put on his wheelchair. Anytime we were out running errands, at church, grocery shopping. It happened so often that he'd bring my blanket because he knew I'd fall asleep.
The biggest memory I have of my grandfather is that he was always there. For everyone. He had the biggest heart.
I will miss you forever, I will hold onto the memories till I'm old and gray and can't remember my own name anymore. I will love you always.
