Ty,


You were a very private and conservative young man, who always prioritized a heartfelt and adorable smile. Each time we came across each others path, I witnessed your love, respect and protection of your best friend, Mary Lane Walker, your mother and one of my dear friends.

I'm sure you never had to doubt your mother's love nor sister's care. Even more, you never rejected your love and sincere admiration for sports.

I can recall the timeframe it took your mother, Joy and I to finally locate her thrust for Frank Santra's song, "My Way." I would like to say to Mary, your life here on earth was fulfilled with contentment and love, which no one can challenge nor dispute.

More importantly, we all will see each other again, because as God's children we all shall depart from earth. And on that special day, hopefully each of us can honestly say,
"We Did It Our Way."

I'm sure you're in daily contact with your dad and the Almighty God. By the way, if you see my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Earl Thomas Hightower tell them how much they're
badly missed.

For I believe, when you love what's in your heart and it's good then nothing else matters. I vision that our God has now given to you a gift of sports, where no pain, suffering or sorrow exists.

I pray, that God permits you Ty to give the strength you've had on earth to your mother by simply telling her you're divine. And how one day she shall see you and your father
w/ contentment again for eternity.

Take care, Brother Ty.





Respectively,
Hightower