A LOVING TRIBUTE ♥¸.•*´¯♥
(¯`•♥•´¯)☆ ♥ FOR THIS,
*`•.¸(¯`•♥•´¯)¸.•♥♥ OUR
☆ º ` `•.¸.•´ « ♥♥ SPECIAL
... ♫ ♥¸.•*´¯♥ ❤ ANGEL
(¸.•´ (¸.•¨¯`♥`*•.¸
♥ •●۰FOREVER MISSED۰●• ♥¸.•*´¯♥
Terry is the son of Harry and Betty Gilliam.
He was killed while rescuing a fellow soldier during battle field fighting in Long An, Vietnam.
He was an Army corporal and had been in Vietnam for only two months.
Terry is survived by a brother, Tommy and a sister, Phyllis Baker.
He was a Presbyterian and had planned to attend medical school.
Terry is remembered with a dispaly at Huntsville High School, Huntsville, Arkansas, where he was Mr. Huntsville High in 1965 and an avid athlete.
An annual scholarship at the school bears his name and is supported by the yearly Terry L. Gilliam Memorial Golf Tournament.
His name is on panel 20w, line 19 on the Vietnam Veterans Wall in Washington, DC.
Fern, the present day school counselor, recently had this to say about him, "Terry was an outstanding student, athlete, and school citizen."
It's been many, many years since Terry was a student at the school and is still remembered with much respect and fondness.
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"For everything there is a season,
and a time for every purpose under Heaven:
a time to be born, a time to die,
a time to plant, a time to uproot,
a time to weep, a time to laugh,
a time to grieve, a time to dance"
~ King Solomon (Ecclesiastes 3)
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Don't Cry for me...
If you could only see where I'm at now, you wouldn't cry for me. All of Heavens Angels met me when I arrived and I was met by Jesus with a loving embrace. I walked side by side with old friends and family alike. Don't cry for me because here there is no trace of sickness or sadness only His loving Grace. The beauty is beyond words and nothing I could say would compare. Don't cry for me because I am in a far better place, with streets of gold just like we were told. So please remember don't cry for me but rather rejoice for I can hear angels sing. Oh, how much peace their voices bring.
by John G. Ward & Matthew E
*´¯`•.¸¸. ♥ *
♥*•.¸ When they walk through the valley of weeping it will become a place of springs where pools of blessing and refreshment collect after rains ¸.•*♥ Psalms 84:6
*´¯`•.¸¸. ♥ *
You can shed tears that I am gone.
Or you can smile because I lived.
You can close your eyes
and pray that I will come back
Or you can open your eyes
and see all that I left.
Your heart can be empty
because you can't see me
Or you can be full
of the love we shared
You can turn your back on tomorrow
and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow
because of yesterday.
You can remember me
and only that I am gone
Or you can cherish my memory
and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what I'd want:
smile, open your eyes,
love and go on.
*´¯`•.¸¸. ♥ *
(¯`•♥•´¯)☆ ♥ FOR THIS,
*`•.¸(¯`•♥•´¯)¸.•♥♥ OUR
☆ º ` `•.¸.•´ « ♥♥ SPECIAL
... ♫ ♥¸.•*´¯♥ ❤ ANGEL
(¸.•´ (¸.•¨¯`♥`*•.¸
♥ •●۰FOREVER MISSED۰●• ♥¸.•*´¯♥
Terry is the son of Harry and Betty Gilliam.
He was killed while rescuing a fellow soldier during battle field fighting in Long An, Vietnam.
He was an Army corporal and had been in Vietnam for only two months.
Terry is survived by a brother, Tommy and a sister, Phyllis Baker.
He was a Presbyterian and had planned to attend medical school.
Terry is remembered with a dispaly at Huntsville High School, Huntsville, Arkansas, where he was Mr. Huntsville High in 1965 and an avid athlete.
An annual scholarship at the school bears his name and is supported by the yearly Terry L. Gilliam Memorial Golf Tournament.
His name is on panel 20w, line 19 on the Vietnam Veterans Wall in Washington, DC.
Fern, the present day school counselor, recently had this to say about him, "Terry was an outstanding student, athlete, and school citizen."
It's been many, many years since Terry was a student at the school and is still remembered with much respect and fondness.
¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸
"For everything there is a season,
and a time for every purpose under Heaven:
a time to be born, a time to die,
a time to plant, a time to uproot,
a time to weep, a time to laugh,
a time to grieve, a time to dance"
~ King Solomon (Ecclesiastes 3)
*´¯`•.¸¸. ♥ *
Don't Cry for me...
If you could only see where I'm at now, you wouldn't cry for me. All of Heavens Angels met me when I arrived and I was met by Jesus with a loving embrace. I walked side by side with old friends and family alike. Don't cry for me because here there is no trace of sickness or sadness only His loving Grace. The beauty is beyond words and nothing I could say would compare. Don't cry for me because I am in a far better place, with streets of gold just like we were told. So please remember don't cry for me but rather rejoice for I can hear angels sing. Oh, how much peace their voices bring.
by John G. Ward & Matthew E
*´¯`•.¸¸. ♥ *
♥*•.¸ When they walk through the valley of weeping it will become a place of springs where pools of blessing and refreshment collect after rains ¸.•*♥ Psalms 84:6
*´¯`•.¸¸. ♥ *
You can shed tears that I am gone.
Or you can smile because I lived.
You can close your eyes
and pray that I will come back
Or you can open your eyes
and see all that I left.
Your heart can be empty
because you can't see me
Or you can be full
of the love we shared
You can turn your back on tomorrow
and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow
because of yesterday.
You can remember me
and only that I am gone
Or you can cherish my memory
and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what I'd want:
smile, open your eyes,
love and go on.
*´¯`•.¸¸. ♥ *
A LOVING TRIBUTE ♥¸.•*´¯♥
(¯`•♥•´¯)☆ ♥ FOR THIS,
*`•.¸(¯`•♥•´¯)¸.•♥♥ OUR
☆ º ` `•.¸.•´ « ♥♥ SPECIAL
... ♫ ♥¸.•*´¯♥ ❤ ANGEL
(¸.•´ (¸.•¨¯`♥`*•.¸
♥ •●۰FOREVER MISSED۰●• ♥¸.•*´¯♥
Terry is the son of Harry and Betty Gilliam.
He was killed while rescuing a fellow soldier during battle field fighting in Long An, Vietnam.
He was an Army corporal and had been in Vietnam for only two months.
Terry is survived by a brother, Tommy and a sister, Phyllis Baker.
He was a Presbyterian and had planned to attend medical school.
Terry is remembered with a dispaly at Huntsville High School, Huntsville, Arkansas, where he was Mr. Huntsville High in 1965 and an avid athlete.
An annual scholarship at the school bears his name and is supported by the yearly Terry L. Gilliam Memorial Golf Tournament.
His name is on panel 20w, line 19 on the Vietnam Veterans Wall in Washington, DC.
Fern, the present day school counselor, recently had this to say about him, "Terry was an outstanding student, athlete, and school citizen."
It's been many, many years since Terry was a student at the school and is still remembered with much respect and fondness.
¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸
"For everything there is a season,
and a time for every purpose under Heaven:
a time to be born, a time to die,
a time to plant, a time to uproot,
a time to weep, a time to laugh,
a time to grieve, a time to dance"
~ King Solomon (Ecclesiastes 3)
*´¯`•.¸¸. ♥ *
Don't Cry for me...
If you could only see where I'm at now, you wouldn't cry for me. All of Heavens Angels met me when I arrived and I was met by Jesus with a loving embrace. I walked side by side with old friends and family alike. Don't cry for me because here there is no trace of sickness or sadness only His loving Grace. The beauty is beyond words and nothing I could say would compare. Don't cry for me because I am in a far better place, with streets of gold just like we were told. So please remember don't cry for me but rather rejoice for I can hear angels sing. Oh, how much peace their voices bring.
by John G. Ward & Matthew E
*´¯`•.¸¸. ♥ *
♥*•.¸ When they walk through the valley of weeping it will become a place of springs where pools of blessing and refreshment collect after rains ¸.•*♥ Psalms 84:6
*´¯`•.¸¸. ♥ *
You can shed tears that I am gone.
Or you can smile because I lived.
You can close your eyes
and pray that I will come back
Or you can open your eyes
and see all that I left.
Your heart can be empty
because you can't see me
Or you can be full
of the love we shared
You can turn your back on tomorrow
and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow
because of yesterday.
You can remember me
and only that I am gone
Or you can cherish my memory
and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what I'd want:
smile, open your eyes,
love and go on.
*´¯`•.¸¸. ♥ *
(¯`•♥•´¯)☆ ♥ FOR THIS,
*`•.¸(¯`•♥•´¯)¸.•♥♥ OUR
☆ º ` `•.¸.•´ « ♥♥ SPECIAL
... ♫ ♥¸.•*´¯♥ ❤ ANGEL
(¸.•´ (¸.•¨¯`♥`*•.¸
♥ •●۰FOREVER MISSED۰●• ♥¸.•*´¯♥
Terry is the son of Harry and Betty Gilliam.
He was killed while rescuing a fellow soldier during battle field fighting in Long An, Vietnam.
He was an Army corporal and had been in Vietnam for only two months.
Terry is survived by a brother, Tommy and a sister, Phyllis Baker.
He was a Presbyterian and had planned to attend medical school.
Terry is remembered with a dispaly at Huntsville High School, Huntsville, Arkansas, where he was Mr. Huntsville High in 1965 and an avid athlete.
An annual scholarship at the school bears his name and is supported by the yearly Terry L. Gilliam Memorial Golf Tournament.
His name is on panel 20w, line 19 on the Vietnam Veterans Wall in Washington, DC.
Fern, the present day school counselor, recently had this to say about him, "Terry was an outstanding student, athlete, and school citizen."
It's been many, many years since Terry was a student at the school and is still remembered with much respect and fondness.
¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸¸.•♥•.¸
"For everything there is a season,
and a time for every purpose under Heaven:
a time to be born, a time to die,
a time to plant, a time to uproot,
a time to weep, a time to laugh,
a time to grieve, a time to dance"
~ King Solomon (Ecclesiastes 3)
*´¯`•.¸¸. ♥ *
Don't Cry for me...
If you could only see where I'm at now, you wouldn't cry for me. All of Heavens Angels met me when I arrived and I was met by Jesus with a loving embrace. I walked side by side with old friends and family alike. Don't cry for me because here there is no trace of sickness or sadness only His loving Grace. The beauty is beyond words and nothing I could say would compare. Don't cry for me because I am in a far better place, with streets of gold just like we were told. So please remember don't cry for me but rather rejoice for I can hear angels sing. Oh, how much peace their voices bring.
by John G. Ward & Matthew E
*´¯`•.¸¸. ♥ *
♥*•.¸ When they walk through the valley of weeping it will become a place of springs where pools of blessing and refreshment collect after rains ¸.•*♥ Psalms 84:6
*´¯`•.¸¸. ♥ *
You can shed tears that I am gone.
Or you can smile because I lived.
You can close your eyes
and pray that I will come back
Or you can open your eyes
and see all that I left.
Your heart can be empty
because you can't see me
Or you can be full
of the love we shared
You can turn your back on tomorrow
and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow
because of yesterday.
You can remember me
and only that I am gone
Or you can cherish my memory
and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what I'd want:
smile, open your eyes,
love and go on.
*´¯`•.¸¸. ♥ *
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