It's crazy to say, or even just dig into my mind for the way I felt the day I got a call, saying that you died. The last time I seen you, was either 09 or early 2010. You lived in Elmer, and a group of us got drunk then wanted to swim. The pastor across your house, had a pond at the bottom of a hilly. As we were all on our way there, you shouted out to my cousin Willy, "You got an inter tube?!" Serious, but not, it was jokingly. He didn't know how to swim. I remember you had a goldfish in a tiny fish tank in your kitchen. Your house was well kept, you even made sure your dishes were clean. The silly person you always were, paper plates with notes on them, of your serious but hilarious words. One specifically read, a note from your fish Gill. Demanding no one tap on his tank, cause it fucking pissed him off. Ended with a Thank You, with Your name Troy Cook- owner & operator, what a good laugh you gave us all. I wasn't given much time with you, I was a sophomore when you passed. But the little memories I do have, they will always, always last. 

Six years have come & passed, six years since you left us here, and you passed. The sadness still lingers, sadness of you being gone. If Heaven had a #, I'd give you a ring, just to talk. You always wore a smile, that was ever so contagious. A laugh that caused a chain reaction, to making everyone laugh. If I could, if I could right now.... Today, I'd walk up The Stairway to Heavens steps, until I reached the top. In hopes you'd meet me there, with Aunt Peggy, and the best of all, your Ma & Pa. I hope that all of the angels, are singing melodically tunes. I hope that there is even a special angel, that was waiting there for you. If you could, would you make our family, and I a path made of just nickels... A path built for constant travel, and once we reached the end, you were a flower that would unravel. I've grown to live without your physical presence, only just memories. But I like to believe you are the wind, a light breeze. A single feather floating, a sign it's just you, a reassurance to keep letting your physical absence just be. And the wind whispers lightly, I Love You my sweet niece

R.I.P T.L.C

Love Your Niece . . . . S.K.C.

Hey there Uncle Troy! Just thought I'd stop by and leave you a little something to read tonight. I was visiting Dad like a week ago I think and he asked me if I would take him into town to get some gas for his truck. So we got in my little red sunfire, almost exactly like the one Haley had. Except mine doesn't have a sun roof. Well anyways, we got into my car and drove over to Uncle Dannys to get his gas can too and some money. Well as we were driving to town, we finally got to the railroad crossing before you get into town. I absolutely couldn't help but remember the day me, you, and Dad hungout. It was sooo beautiful out too! We went into town for something in the truck you drove. I was in the middle, you were of course driving, and Dad was riding passenger. We approach the very same railroad crossing. And as we approach, the rails start to come down. Instead of stopping like anyone else would do, you gunned the gas pedal and we flew past the tracks, in between the rails, and came out on the other side. I just remember laughing and getting this big aderline rush. So a week ago, I couldn't help to remind Dad. And he surely remembered that very same day. I love and miss you so so SO much every day! Forever and Always . . . .


Shelby Kendra Cook