Cindy Kirby
I remember when Todd was playing the piano at our Hendersonville house. It would be late at night. He'd would be drinking his beer and eating his fusions. You could always tell when he messed up. At first he might say a cuss word or two but the more he messed up he got funnier. He would cuss, pound on the piano keys a time or two then the only sound you would hear would be the crunch of his chips...lol. There are so many memories. He once made a bird made some how and it chased him trying to peck at him. Oh, and we all can't forget when he was into martial arts. He would run up the embankment out at the road and do flips from it. He once chased of some guys trying to steal a bike or something from our carport. He chased them down Walton Ferry Rd with a weedeater...lmao! He even scared a someone off while mom and dad were gone one night. This white van pulled in and told Todd that mom and dad were in an accident or something and wanted him to bring us to them. Todd didn't know who they were so he scared them off. And I can't forget the songs we had aggravated each other with. I use to sing Michael Row Your Boat Ashore and on school days he would come get me up by singing "Cindy Lou, Cindy Lou, it's time to get up and go to school"...lol! I can still hear him singing it. I wish that I could share all my memories with yall but there are just way too many. I love and miss you terribly Todd. You were and still are my guardian angel.
