Rebecca Hale Smith Taylor
May 27, 1940 – December 27, 2007
Rebecca died December 27, 2007 after a long and hard fought battle with cancer. Rebecca was born on May 27, 1940 in Narrows, VA, daughter of the late RB and Martha Hale Smith. For the last 29 years of Rebecca’s life she shared the operation of RT Software Service, Inc. of Louisburg, NC with her husband H. Ray Taylor. She had two sons, one daughter, one stepson, seven grandchildren and two great grandchildren. Rebecca loved her family, her church and traveling with her husband. She was a joy to be around, having and sharing a great faith and love of life. Her strong belief, caring and giving attitude touched many lives, especially in how she handled her battle with cancer. She will be missed by many.
Sadie W. Taylor
My dear mother, Sadie W. Taylor, was a true Southern lady who loved the Lord, her family and friends, and doing for others. So when she passed away on September 12, 2007, it only seemed appropriate to honor her wish to donate her eyes to The North Carolina Eye Bank. Had she not been 90 years old, she would have donated all her organs to help others.
Prior to her massive stroke on May 10, 2001 Mother was very active. She attended Sunday school and church every week, did aqua-aerobics at the YMCA three times a week, played bridge two times a week and volunteered for several organizations. The stroke left her paralyzed and confined to either her bed, lift chair or wheel chair for six plus years, but she never complained.
As my nephew said in his eulogy for mother, “She was a friend to many and an enemy to none”. She is greatly missed by her family and friends, especially by her five-year-old great-granddaughter Emily.
This picture was taken on her 90th birthday, September 2, 2007 – just ten days before her death.
Sadie H. Thompson, Daughter
Daniel Tennant
This is a picture of my father Daniel (Dan) and my mother Beverly. They met in Rhode Island while he was in the Navy. He was in the Navy for 22 years. He retired in 1974. They were married for 46 years. He was born on January 21, 1934 in West Virginia and died on November 11, 2007.
He loved working outdoors with flowers; he loved roses. He loved the rose garden we had in Rhode Island. He also loved working with wood. He made houses, cars, planes and boats out of Popsicle sticks. He also loved to build models and to play his guitar and his harmonica. He also liked to watch old Western movies and shows and read Western books.
Barry Thomas
My brother Barry was ten years younger than me. He never married but had a very generous heart and gave a lot of his time and self to others. He suffered for years from morbid obesity. He was my only sibling and I miss him greatly, but I am grateful that he gave of himself to help others, ever after his untimely death.
Jim Thomas
Dale Thomas
Dale Thomas was a man who was a loving husband, father and grandfather. His family always came first. He loved sports and in his younger days he played football, basketball and baseball; later he loved golf.
Born in Massachusetts near Boston, he attended many Red Sox games and was a dedicated fan, following them all his life. His stories entertained his son and grandchildren who are now ardent fans.
On Father’s Day last June, two weeks before he was to leave us, his son and he flew to Boston to see a Red Sox game – a gift from his son. They had a wonderful trip; a memory his son will treasure always.
Dale was always a giving person – to family and friends. He was a total believer in the organ transplant idea and even in advanced years would be so happy a part of him could help.
We will always miss him, but happy a part of him goes on.
Priscilla Thomas, Wife
Ricky Thomas
Ricky Thomas was my dad, and one of my memories was when I first learned how to ride a bike. One time I was riding my bike and fell in a ditch. My dad was there to pick me up.
My dad and I danced around the house all the time. Our favorite dance day was on Saturday morning while my mom was either working or cleaning the house. I have many, many, many memories of my dad, but my favorite memory is when my dad came to the hospital to see his first and only grandson being born. My dad was late, but he got to hold his grandson.
I’ll always love you, Daddy.
Yours truly,
Qui Thomas
Robert Tegid Thomas, Jr.
Bob was born and raised in Glen Ridge, New Jersey. He was born on November 29, 1918 to Robert Tegid Thomas, Sr. and Ellen McCarter Thomas. His early schooling was in Glen Ridge. In 1942 Bob enlisted with the US Army and was later assigned to teach Military Science at Clemson University in South Carolina. He graduated from Clemson in 1949 with a degree in Architecture. He was honored as one of the 18 outstanding seniors in his class and was a member of the Blue Key Fraternity.
Bob went to work with PPG, Pittsburgh Corning Corporation. In 1961 he became a financial adviser. He spent the next 46 years serving clients in the area, achieving numerous awards and retiring from Intercarolina Financial Services in 2006.
Bob was an active member in the Summit Rotary Club and received the honor of becoming a Paul Harris Fellow. In his later years he was an active member in the Greensboro Hard Rock Club.
Bob had a beautiful singing voice and spent his years from early teens through adulthood contributing to the choral community. He was in the New Jersey All State Chorus. He was an active member in Westminster Presbyterian Church, where he also sang in the choir. He served Westminster in the capacity of Elder Adult Sunday School teacher and participated on various committees for Westminster as well as the then Orange Presbytery. Bob also enjoyed his involvement on the Board for the Boy Scout Council.
Bob was preceded in death by his parents and one sister, Marion Thomas Cocke. He leaves to cherish their wonderful times together his beloved bride of 61 years, Carol Weekley Thomas; son, David McCarter Thomas; daughters, Bernice Elizabeth Thomas, Margaret Ann Thomas Schnitzer and husband, Dr. Edward Martin Schnitzer; Catherine Thomas Morsell and husband, Joseph; five grandchildren, Ben Cantrell, Sam Schnitzer, Joshua Morsell, Carter Morsell, and Carol Ann Morsell; and niece, Lora Fountain Shelton and husband, Gilbert of Paris, France.
George Kenneth Thompson
George Kenneth Thompson was born on December 12, 1944 in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. He passed away in an accident at his home November 5, 2007. He was 62 years old. George was a giving man. He was the kind of man that everyone wanted to know. He lived his life through God’s will. He knew God’s path for him was to help others through his knowledge in many aspects of life. He was always in a learn and teach mode.
Through his faith George accomplished many goals in his life. He was in the Army and served in Vietnam, received his Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, and started his own business in 1972.
He fulfilled many roles throughout his life. He was a teacher, friend, veteran, brother, son, husband and father. He grew up in Chapel Hill, NC, was married for 35 years and has three daughters. The family spent time together vacationing at Wrightsville Beach, boating at Jordan Lake and had many cookouts at his house.
George had many passions. He had a passion for learning and giving to others. His biggest passion was the love he had for his country. He was a true veteran. He volunteered at the Veteran’s Hospital in Durham and helped in the veteran community.
He loved working outside and with his hands. He was very knowledgeable in home improvement, mechanics, religion, history and politics. He always wanted to share this with everyone. If you had a conversation with George, he made sure to share everything he knew with you. You would always learn something new in every conversation.
He is greatly missed by all. George always wanted to help others and will do so even after his death. We know he is proud that he’s able to give sight to someone else. Seeing the world through George’s eyes is the best sight they could ever have.
We love you always,
Your Family
Robert Dewayne Thompson
My son, Robert Dewayne Thompson, was a man who lived his life to the fullest. There were so many people whose lives he touched. He could always put a smile on your face. He was really funny and he had such an infectious laugh that would make others laugh.
He didn’t always make the best decisions, but in the last couple of years he had really turned his life around. He really loved his family. He has three daughters and one son. He was mostly proud of being a grandfather. He has four grandchildren.
For the majority of his life, he had a love of cars and car races. He raced them when he was younger and the local police were not a fan of his. When he was older, he sold them and had his own business. He enjoyed NASCAR races, too.
In addition to his love of cars, he really loved motorcycles. Not just any motorcycle would do, it had to be a Harley Davidson. He had a couple over his lifetime and loved riding them. He would often go to Myrtle Beach for Bike Week or go to the mountains with his friends. He really liked those sunny days when he could ride and ride.
My son liked to cook and was very good at it. He could whip up a meal in no time at all. The fried turkey he would make at holidays was great! He really liked to eat and eating was definitely his worst enemy. He liked all kinds of spicy food, comfort foods, and desserts.
My son Robert Dewayne was 49 years old when he passed away from a vehicle accident and I keep waiting for him to walk through my door.
Sincerely,
Dorothy Thompson
Timothy “T.J” Thompson
T.J. was a beautiful soul who loved life. He was a true sportsman from the time he was little. His passions were being outside fishing, enjoying the FFA at school and video games. He used to say “fish tremble at the mention of my name.” It’s true he was disabled because of Muscular Dystrophy, but even MD was no match for his love of life. After you got to know T.J., you didn’t notice the wheelchair anymore, just his outgoing, wise cracking personality. We have always joked that T.J. didn’t know he was disabled; neither did his friends – especially when they were mud bogging in the wheelchair, cracking on each other or just hanging out by the bonfire. They were all just your typical teenage boys having a great time at whatever they were doing.
T.J. made the decision to be a donor prior to his passing, just another way he showed us he was so much wiser than his 18 years. His dream was to graduate this spring and go to N.C. State in the fall. That dream will not be realized, but his decision to be a donor will be. Somewhere out there are my baby’s beautiful blues. We hope whoever has received them gets to experience life to the fullest and see the world. That is what T.J. would want; that is the kind of person he was. He would be very proud and honored, just as we are of him. T.J. is survived by his mom and dad, his brother Chris and sister Montgomery. He is loved and missed by some very amazing friends as well as the class of 2008. I love you all.
Mom
William Mark Thornton
Mark grew up in the small town of Four Oaks, NC. He was known for his easygoing personality and love of laughter. Mark was very active in his community while growing up. While in school he was active in football and marching band. After completing school, he went to work with his father in their little restaurant (known in the community as the hot dog stand). Mark was active in scouts with his two boys. He served as a Cub Scout Leader, Cub Master and later moved to Boy Scouts. He received the Wood Badge and several other scouting awards. He loved camping with the boys and also cooking for them. Mark was active as a volunteer EMS and also a member of Strickland’s Crossroads Fire Department. He was a member of Pauline Baptist Church where he was an active deacon and member of the Youth Ministry Council. Mark was a member of the North American Hunting Club. He loved to hunt, fish and would occasionally play golf. Mark always wanted to ride motorcycles, but never owned one. My joke is he is riding his bike all around heaven and having fun. After Mark’s death we received the call from the Eye Bank. In the next few weeks, we received a letter stating because of our donation two people were now able to see. What a great gift for someone.
His wife Betty Jean, sons Ashley and Brandon, a niece and three nephews, along with great nieces and great nephews, survive Mark.
We love and miss you, but know you are in a beautiful place where you are not in pain and are able to walk and enjoy your new life.
Love,
Betty Jean, Ashley and Brandon
James Timmons
James Timmons was born on April 20, 1987. He was a very happy baby and an adventurous child. He often made reference that he was invincible; however, on March 22, 2007 that came to an end. His love for animals was unmatched by any child we had ever seen in our lives. His dog, Wrinkles, which he had for over 14 years, was his best friend, as would have been any dog to a young man. He once brought home this tiny kitten that had barely opened his eyes and gave him to his mom. The kitten, which was named Tiger’s, is still living with us to this day. As with animals, James always found it easy to talk to strangers. Many times as a child he would meet someone and in just a matter of minutes would be telling us all about the man or woman that he had just made friends with. He never really realized how many lives he had affected in just the short amount of time that he was on this earth. Like many teens, he often thought that the world was harsh and sometimes placed impassible obstacles in his way. However, he always found a way around them and usually made more friends in the process. He was always a giving person, with Christmas being his favorite time of the year. It was always James’ wish that he be able to help others when he passed by being an organ donor. The pain of losing him has been and will always be immeasurable. But we know that he is very happy knowing that his gift of his eyes has made life for someone else better.
Jeffery Timmreck
My husband Jeff loved to help people whenever possible providing they appreciated it. His dream was to be a truck driver and two years prior to his death, he was blessed with that dream. His fellow truckers were like brothers and each would do anything to help the other. Jeff loved fishing, hunting, baseball and making his personal pick-up always showroom ready. He adored his son and never stopping talking about how proud he was of Jeremy. He also loved his boxer, Bailey, with whom he spent a lot of time when off the road. Seeing him happy with life made me happy.
Cindi Timmreck (Wife)
Nancy Gloria Roberson Tucker
Nancy Gloria Roberson Tucker was a wonderful mother and friend and will be missed dearly. It was a very hard decision for my brother and me to make, but we knew it would be what she would have done. Mom always said, “When I die if I have anything left that works, give it to someone who needs it.” That is just the kind, giving, and loving woman she was. Her whole life she sacrificed what she wanted and needed for others, especially for her children. My mother’s very kind nature is what she will be remembered for over all of her good characteristics. She was loved by many and gave that love in return. Throughout her lifetime she overcame a lot of hard times, physically, mentally, emotionally, and financially. However, no matter what life threw at her, she took it gracefully and was grateful to live another day. My mom also had lots of faith and thanked God every day for all of her blessings. She touched many lives and will never be forgotten.
I write this letter in her memory and with love from me and my daughter Faith, my brother Nick, and his daughter Alicia.
Hope Daugherty, Daughter
