"Tommy" was a minister for the Pilgram Holiness Church for nearly 50 years before his retirement due to illness, and the urging of his wife, Helen. He was a tall, proud and kind man. He was always there for whomever needed him and could be accused of giving too much to others!
He was a great story teller, captivating everyone with stories his of life in the "hills of Kentucky" when he was a youngster. He worked every summer growing his gardens and treating all of us with fresh green beans, corn, cuccumbers, potatoes and watermelons. In fact he planted and harvested his garden one last year before he died.
He had been to the doctor several times complaining of urination problems but, was told it was just "old age". The condescending attitude of his physicain was accepted by my Papaw, after all he was just a country boy at heart. Eventually, the bladder cancer spread throughout his body and to his brain. The last few days were the saddest time I have ever known. Thanks to the Doctors, I watched my Papaw wither into a confused and frail old man. Tommy Spoonamore gave so much to so many throughout his life he deserved a better death.
On the day he died I drove from Madison County, Indiana to the "out-backs" of Jackson County in a record 45 minutes, to see him before they took him away to the funeral home. I still don't know how I did it!
I know Papaw is in heaven with God, Jesus, all the Saints and Angels and, now, with his precious wife, my Mamaw, Helen Spoonamore. Not a day goes by I don't miss them both.
Written by his grandson, Randy T Brooks
He was a great story teller, captivating everyone with stories his of life in the "hills of Kentucky" when he was a youngster. He worked every summer growing his gardens and treating all of us with fresh green beans, corn, cuccumbers, potatoes and watermelons. In fact he planted and harvested his garden one last year before he died.
He had been to the doctor several times complaining of urination problems but, was told it was just "old age". The condescending attitude of his physicain was accepted by my Papaw, after all he was just a country boy at heart. Eventually, the bladder cancer spread throughout his body and to his brain. The last few days were the saddest time I have ever known. Thanks to the Doctors, I watched my Papaw wither into a confused and frail old man. Tommy Spoonamore gave so much to so many throughout his life he deserved a better death.
On the day he died I drove from Madison County, Indiana to the "out-backs" of Jackson County in a record 45 minutes, to see him before they took him away to the funeral home. I still don't know how I did it!
I know Papaw is in heaven with God, Jesus, all the Saints and Angels and, now, with his precious wife, my Mamaw, Helen Spoonamore. Not a day goes by I don't miss them both.
Written by his grandson, Randy T Brooks
"Tommy" was a minister for the Pilgram Holiness Church for nearly 50 years before his retirement due to illness, and the urging of his wife, Helen. He was a tall, proud and kind man. He was always there for whomever needed him and could be accused of giving too much to others!
He was a great story teller, captivating everyone with stories his of life in the "hills of Kentucky" when he was a youngster. He worked every summer growing his gardens and treating all of us with fresh green beans, corn, cuccumbers, potatoes and watermelons. In fact he planted and harvested his garden one last year before he died.
He had been to the doctor several times complaining of urination problems but, was told it was just "old age". The condescending attitude of his physicain was accepted by my Papaw, after all he was just a country boy at heart. Eventually, the bladder cancer spread throughout his body and to his brain. The last few days were the saddest time I have ever known. Thanks to the Doctors, I watched my Papaw wither into a confused and frail old man. Tommy Spoonamore gave so much to so many throughout his life he deserved a better death.
On the day he died I drove from Madison County, Indiana to the "out-backs" of Jackson County in a record 45 minutes, to see him before they took him away to the funeral home. I still don't know how I did it!
I know Papaw is in heaven with God, Jesus, all the Saints and Angels and, now, with his precious wife, my Mamaw, Helen Spoonamore. Not a day goes by I don't miss them both.
Written by his grandson, Randy T Brooks
He was a great story teller, captivating everyone with stories his of life in the "hills of Kentucky" when he was a youngster. He worked every summer growing his gardens and treating all of us with fresh green beans, corn, cuccumbers, potatoes and watermelons. In fact he planted and harvested his garden one last year before he died.
He had been to the doctor several times complaining of urination problems but, was told it was just "old age". The condescending attitude of his physicain was accepted by my Papaw, after all he was just a country boy at heart. Eventually, the bladder cancer spread throughout his body and to his brain. The last few days were the saddest time I have ever known. Thanks to the Doctors, I watched my Papaw wither into a confused and frail old man. Tommy Spoonamore gave so much to so many throughout his life he deserved a better death.
On the day he died I drove from Madison County, Indiana to the "out-backs" of Jackson County in a record 45 minutes, to see him before they took him away to the funeral home. I still don't know how I did it!
I know Papaw is in heaven with God, Jesus, all the Saints and Angels and, now, with his precious wife, my Mamaw, Helen Spoonamore. Not a day goes by I don't miss them both.
Written by his grandson, Randy T Brooks
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