Terry Wayne Lunsford
Terry Wayne Lunsford passed away on Sunday, December 1, 2019 at his home in Alvin, TX.
Terry was born on October 25, 1955. Growing up with 4 sisters in Pasadena, he loved his family and went on to father 3 sons of his own. He was a loyal employee, working as a supervisor at Lyondellbasell for 35 years. He found his true calling later in life, as he became an amazing grandfather, affectionately known as “Pappy.”
He lived his life just the way he wanted–feet up in a recliner, watching old Westerns with a cold Pepsi in his hand. He wore himself out playing with his 11 grandchildren every chance he got. And he unintentionally refused to pronounce any local athlete’s name correctly, whether it be Texans QB Deshaun Watkins or Astros Alex Berkman and Jose Altoro.
His loving family will forever miss his quirky, independent spirit and incredible generosity. Borrowing from his favorite TV show, “Maverick,” Pappy used to always say, “A coward dies a thousand deaths, a hero dies but one. A thousand to one is pretty good odds.” Sorry to disappoint you Pappy, but you only got the one.
The funeral service is scheduled for 10 a.m. on Saturday, December 7 at Crowder Funeral Home in Dickinson with a public viewing beginning 1 hour earlier, beginning at 9 a.m.
My heart is deeply saddened by the loss of my friend of forty plus years. Been down the road together both smooth and bumpy. We laughed, cried and even drowned our sorrows in a couple pitchers of Miller Lite. I wish i had a dime for every fish we caught and lie we told. Of course my sympathy goes out to the family as they will certainly need it. I know someday i will meet up with my friend and i hope he hasn’t caught all the fish in Heaven.
Terry was a friend of 40 years. My husband , Terry and myself would be a trio at the casinos, fishing and dancing when we could. We all went to a Marshall Tucker concert together at Fitgeralds in Houston.. My first concert, his favorite band. We went to eat seafood together and I am sure the boys will remember my husband kinda went to sleep in his salad. Deep felt condolences to the entire family he loved so much. He will be greatly missed by all.
My sympathy and prayers to the family. Im deeply saddened by this. I have known Terry for over 35 years. He was my first supervisor at the plant. I was hard headed and cocky and he knew it. He would ride me a bit, but I learned so much from him. His insistence on doing things right made me a better person. We worked hard and played hard. We played softball together and spent many hours on the field after working all night. He was an encyclopedia when it came to sports. We would talk for hours about the Astros, Oilers and just about any other teams, or players. After I became a supervisor, he was a sort of mentor to me. If I had an issue, I would discuss it with him and we would come up with a solution. I’m going to miss you friend.
The first time I met Terry I had no idea how he was going to be. He invited me along with Tim and Brian to eat lunch at Whataburger. He told me to get whatever I wanted he was as nice as could be. Tim and Brian ordered their food and the it was up to me. I decided to order the Whataburger jr meal. He snickered a little bit and said I could get something bigger but I stuck with the meal and ate and after I finished the meal, he said I could get something else and I said I was full which got a laugh out of Terry Tim and Brian. Little did I know I would never hear the end of it. Every time I would see Terry he would tell me he could get me a Whataburger jr if I was hungry. Which was always funny. He was a kind gentle and funny person. I will always remember Terry Everytime I eat at Whataburger or even see it. My condolences to the Lunsford family. Terry will be missed
Hello Jonathan, thank you for sharing this fun story. Now, we’ll think of you and Terry when we see the Whataburger sign.
Mom and Daddy let me help select his name, although I was only two. The sunny October day he came home to Mamaw and Pappy’s house from the hospital was extra special. All day there seemed to be a continuous stream of visitors to the house on Celia Drive, including Ma Lunsford and two of Daddy’s sisters, Aunt Doris and Aunt Dot. Their visit to meet the new Lunsford boy was their only visit I ever recall. Terry was a handsome baby boy, with his dark brown hair and dark brown eyes with long dark eyelashes.
As a little one, he enjoyed sitting in his white walker, watching Romper Room, and later on, we all would lay on a quilt on the floor, watching cartoons. He liked to carry a silver colored toy pistol in the side of his diaper, and even traded his bottle for a toy gun, intended as a birthday gift for our cousin Doug.
Terry loved sports, playing and watching sports, and Pam, Joni, Nancy and I loved watching him play, riding our bikes or walking to the fields to cheer him on as a Little League Baseball Bee, Impala or Owl. He loved playing cowboys and army, and would sit on the hardwood floor, between the door and his bed, with his fort all spread out, surrounding him. We got him a GI Joe, hoping he would play Barbies with us, but the Barbie part wasn’t a big hit with him. His time spent fishing and hunting along the Brazos River in Milan County, with Uncle Gordon, Uncle Johnnie, Uncle Carvin and Carvin Wade were probably his most fun childhood days, and he treasured those times throughout his life.
Terry was a great brother to Pam, Joni, Nancy and me, always letting us know how much he loved us and kissing us hello and goodbye each time we got together. Terry had a knack for selecting the funniest and most appropriate birthday cards, the kind that were right on target and made us laugh aloud. Every time, we would say “You give the best cards, Terry.” Sometimes, he would give all of us a card, in case he had missed one of our birthdays. He was a loving son to our Mother and Daddy, a loving great nephew to Aunt Peggy and Uncle Gordon, and a loving grandson to Mamaw and Pappy. Pappy called him Baby Boy. He loved his three sons, their wives and his grandchildren, and always spoke of them with pride and a smile.
He is already greatly missed, and that will never change. Love you, Terry.
He called me Sister.
Gail
December 9, 2019
Our family sincerely appreciates the outpouring of love and sympathy from our loved ones, friends and friends and co-workers of Terry. Your kind words, prayers, phone calls, cards, messages, notes and beautiful flowers mean so much during this time of grief. Thank you to all who attended the service and those who sent words of comfort. We love Terry and miss him so much.
With love,
Gail Bevill