ForeverMissed

This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, William Cosby who was born on December 5, 1975 and passed away on May 23, 2011. We will remember him forever.

Posted by Don Curry on December 5, 2017
Miss you! Hope you have mastered your Wings....
Posted by Judy Cobb on January 9, 2013
Sweet little Wil was always quick to laugh and talked a mile a minute!
Posted by Regina Cosby on December 31, 2012
It's New Year's Eve 2012. Christy is with you now. I will find the days difficult to get through. I miss you two so much. I hope you both know just how much I love you and always will!
Posted by Regina Cosby on June 13, 2011
Wil loved his family, he let us know it in his own special way. The apple of his eye was always his daughter, Faith. He would call her every chance he got. Good times and bad. Family and friends were important to him. I know he will always be with us
Posted by Don Curry on May 30, 2011
Wil was ready to help anyone that needed his help. His persona was one that showed you up front who he was and what he was about. There was nothing hidden or fake. He will be missed every day as we carry our memories of Wil into our tomorrows . .

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Posted by Don Curry on December 5, 2017
Miss you! Hope you have mastered your Wings....
Posted by Judy Cobb on January 9, 2013
Sweet little Wil was always quick to laugh and talked a mile a minute!
Posted by Regina Cosby on December 31, 2012
It's New Year's Eve 2012. Christy is with you now. I will find the days difficult to get through. I miss you two so much. I hope you both know just how much I love you and always will!
Recent stories

Shot by the Indians

Shared by Rhonda Curry Click on January 9, 2013

The first time I got to meet my nephew was when he was 2.  I drove up and he came running outside butt naked.  He had been in taken a bath and the older kids announced I was there.  He had no time to waste, he ran to my car jumped in the drivers seat with me and announced that he had been shot in the forehead.  When asked how and why he informed me it was by the indians.  I still do not know why but I will cherish that story for ever. 

He has made me proud!!!

Love you forever!!!!!!!

Show-offs and Horses Don't Mix

Shared by Regina Cosby on June 13, 2011

Wil had just gotten a fiery little horse he called Fireball.  It was a fairly busy day at the barn and we were busy with rentals, all wanting to experience 'City Slickers' first-hand.  Wil was just getting into his teens and feeling his "oats" (no pun intended) and was riding out in the main field on Fireball.  Some young girls his age were waiting on their chance to go riding and Wil decided it was the perfect time to "show his stuff" as to his equestrian skills.  He put Fireball in a dead-out gallop around the edge of the field coming toward the area we mounted riders and also the area where the young ladies were watching him.  As he came close, Fireball had to jump a small firebreak about the same time Wil began his"Yahoo!"   He got the "Ya" out but the low pine branch took the "hoo!"  He unceremoniously hit the ground, totally humiliated!  When he came inside, he was sporting a nasty scrape from his chin to above his nose.  I never said a word.  He was thouroughly humbled by his own actions.  I knew he had learned a very valuable lesson that day, but,   I admit, I hid in the office out of his hearing to laugh!      I know you'll keep the angels smiling son! 

Wil the Cowboy

Shared by Don Curry on May 30, 2011

It had been several years since I had seen Wil.  I went to visit my sister (Regina - Wil's Mom) when she had the Dean forrest Stables.  After a short visit with Regina, I asked where Wil was.  she told me that he was out checking on some of the riders and would be back real soon.

As I stepped out of the office I caught a glimps of a rider coming up pretty fast and seemed to be in a hurry.  As this rider got closer I noticed it was a young boy dressed in a cowboy outfit complete with two pistols.  I found this funny and then noticed that it was my nephew Wil!  He was in a hurry to get back and then noticed me standing there looking at him.  As he walked past me he said "Hi, Uncle Donnie," and ran into the office to talk to Regina.  I was stunned that my nephew was such an accomplished horseman and even looked the part.

After spending a week there I got to see Wil in action, but only once in full Cowboy gear.  I will always treasuire this memory of my nephew and how he carried himself so well when most would have just laughed . . . 

Thank you for this memory Wil . . .