Name: Moss-Service Funeral Home
Address: Cullman, AL

SIBLINGS & FIRST COUSINS OF TERRY

WE HAVE SUCH WONDERFUL MEMORIES OF TERRY. I WILL CHERISH THEM FOREVER. HE  WAS LIKE A BIG BROTHER TO ME. I LOVE YOU TERRY‼️♥️ SEE YOU IN HEAVEN ☁️
            
                                      YOUR LITTLE SIS,
                                                          RHONDA 

Terry was my brother in law for nearly 30 years. He was quiet, reserved, and struck me as extremely intelligent. He always treated me with respect and made me fell welcome in his home. I'm saddened to hear of his passing and I send love and comfort to Joy Anne, Rachel,  Nathan, Stephanie, Amanda,  and all the grandkids. 

I asked Terry once if he hadn’t gotten his Maintenance degree what else would he had went to school for? He told me he would have loved to be a History Professor. 

One time I asked him how many children had he envisioned himself having, his words were , “ seven…hell, i would have put bunk beds in all the rooms on every wall for a big family”

There was this one time, I had to coach my pops from the other side of the bathroom door how to use a suppository. I know, TMI, But that’s how close our relationship was, to be able to just laugh at old or current situations.  

November 23, 2020, my father told me he was finally going to get his eyes fixed. He was such a family man that many a times he was selfless to his own needs. His eyes had been bad for at least 20 years and he was completely excited to be having his eyes cleaned up. He also told me that once he gets good eyes he was going to test drive any muscle sports car he could find. He mentioned a Fairlane, Pontiac GTO, or Chevrolet Corvette Sting Ray.  I told him if he ever got that car that we would have to have a 12 month calendar photos taken with it. Lol! 

My father was quite reserved. When a comment was made that he didn’t like, (even when the news channel was on) he was say, “ Are you a fool “? He wouldn’t elaborate in his opinion why you or the news was a fool, he would just chew his wintergreen Longhorn Long cut chew a little faster and harder and spit every 20 seconds. 

The times I visited Pops or walked down to their home, he always greeted me with a “what’s up buttercup” or “well, hello” or “ high there”,
When he would see me get upset he would say “just let that mess go”, what will be; will be”. 

There were certain things my father wouldn’t intervene in. A decision that you made and then wanted him to unmake that decision. This happened once to one my siblings, casing point, he told me, “if a person makes that choice without me then they can accept their demise.”



There were many a times that Terry and I shared insightful conversations. He would reminisce about hanging out with his college friends at Guntersville  Lake. Terry’s eye would light up and you could see that twinkle in his eyes when he got inside his stories. The way he spoke was if he was painting you a canvas to really envision the conversation whether it was a history lesson to his own personal experience. Terry was a man who wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed to laugh at himself or if you laughed with him at himself. He was very comfortable and confident being his wholesome self.  Terry had once enjoyed playing guitar and he had such a rich voice when he sang. To me, he sounded like half Elvis and half  Buddy Holly. Just that slow, deep, almost ole style southern Baptist singing but with a lifted spirit. 
Between being a provider for his growing family And spread thin to even extended family at times. By the time he retired, he had attempted to play guitar after sleeping in for 2 weeks straight. Haha! But unfortunately, he had forgotten the finger placements to play. He recalled a music piece he had written himself back in the 70s when he was a senior at Good Hope in Cullman, AL and had his own band.  It was in a folder that sat in a shop building for years. Daria? Denise? It was titled a woman’s name is what I can vaguely remember. When I mentioned it to him one day, it was like a lost precious gift that he thought had been tossed out long ago.  I remember when I found his class ring in a camper that use to sit next to his first house in a wooden crate filled with welding torches and grinders. His class ring was a size 13! My pops was married for many years but he worked as a maintenance crew member and always used his hands. I never seen him wear a wedding band or that class ring through my days knowing him. Terry loved a dark blue Jean with no holes. Tonight, enjoy an Elvis or Buddy Holly song. 

AVIS DE DÉCÈS

Terry Kelley Crawford

14 décembre 1954 – 4 janvier 2022

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