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2/3/09
Remembering my brother, Curtis James Simmonds
Curtis was hilarious. When we were kids he used to do the most annoying and often times disgusting things but I could never stay mad at him because he was so FUNNY. He would start laughing and you couldn’t help but crack up with him. His laughter was contagious. He used to make me and Christie and Jackie laugh out loud in church all the time and we would get in trouble for it. I couldn’t even look over at him without laughing so I usually sat far away to try to avoid it. Then he would just let out a HUGE fart on the wooden church pew and there was no way I could not burst out laughing. Or he would fall asleep during the service with his head thrown back and start drooling and snoring so loud as to disrupt the entire sermon. The adults (especially our parents) would be mortified but ALL of the kids would lose it. I don’t know how I would have gotten through those endless services without my brother.
On his first day of kindergarten, Curt’s teacher asked the class to draw a picture of their new school building. Curt couldn’t remember what the outside of the school looked like and he was already very serious about his art so he got up and went outside to look at the school…without asking. His teacher was not pleased. That started his school career of getting his “name on the board” pretty much every day.
I remember one summer day when Curt was about 6 years old. We were all supposed to be home for supper before dark. Christie and me came home and mom asked if we knew where Curt was. He had been playing with his friend, Boonie but we hadn’t seen them for quite some time. My dad finally found them IN ANOTHER TOWN. They had followed the creek (which we often did) but they just didn’t stop. They were exploring….They kept going…..
Some other things that pop in to my mind whenever I think of my brother…..poop and pee potions, the disgusting wart he had on his knee which got ripped off during a pretty bad wreck on his bike, his lisp, his GIANT 2 front teeth, the patch of hair he had growing out of the middle of his neck from a very young age (me and Christie called him goat neck), his John Boy Walton mole, and his gross BREATH!!!LOL The day he ran down the street with a pair of my underwear so he could show them to the guy I had a massive crush on when I was about 12(I beat the crap out of him for that one!).
I was able to spend a couple of hours with my brother about a week or so before he died. He was on my mind very often, but this last time was different. I really couldn’t stop thinking about him when he got out of jail this last time. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something was different. I thought maybe this would be the time he would be able to pull it all together and start living a happy and successful life. He looked so good when I saw him last. I’ve always been very proud of how handsome he was. I visited him and his girls at home and he was so very proud of them. He loved his daughters more than anything in this world. I will always cherish that last day with him. I loved him so much and wanted nothing but wonderful things for him. I’m so glad he is at peace now and he can finally be with all of us who dearly love him. Curt, I love you man! I still can’t believe you grabbed my butt! (sorry dude…I had to say it!)
Love your big sis,
Julie Simmonds
On his first day of kindergarten, Curt’s teacher asked the class to draw a picture of their new school building. Curt couldn’t remember what the outside of the school looked like and he was already very serious about his art so he got up and went outside to look at the school…without asking. His teacher was not pleased. That started his school career of getting his “name on the board” pretty much every day.
I remember one summer day when Curt was about 6 years old. We were all supposed to be home for supper before dark. Christie and me came home and mom asked if we knew where Curt was. He had been playing with his friend, Boonie but we hadn’t seen them for quite some time. My dad finally found them IN ANOTHER TOWN. They had followed the creek (which we often did) but they just didn’t stop. They were exploring….They kept going…..
Some other things that pop in to my mind whenever I think of my brother…..poop and pee potions, the disgusting wart he had on his knee which got ripped off during a pretty bad wreck on his bike, his lisp, his GIANT 2 front teeth, the patch of hair he had growing out of the middle of his neck from a very young age (me and Christie called him goat neck), his John Boy Walton mole, and his gross BREATH!!!LOL The day he ran down the street with a pair of my underwear so he could show them to the guy I had a massive crush on when I was about 12(I beat the crap out of him for that one!).
I was able to spend a couple of hours with my brother about a week or so before he died. He was on my mind very often, but this last time was different. I really couldn’t stop thinking about him when he got out of jail this last time. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something was different. I thought maybe this would be the time he would be able to pull it all together and start living a happy and successful life. He looked so good when I saw him last. I’ve always been very proud of how handsome he was. I visited him and his girls at home and he was so very proud of them. He loved his daughters more than anything in this world. I will always cherish that last day with him. I loved him so much and wanted nothing but wonderful things for him. I’m so glad he is at peace now and he can finally be with all of us who dearly love him. Curt, I love you man! I still can’t believe you grabbed my butt! (sorry dude…I had to say it!)
Love your big sis,
Julie Simmonds
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