Greg Henderson, age 64, of Bryan, Texas, left this earth on Thursday March 1, 2018 at his home surrounded by family and dear friends after a courageous battle with lung cancer.
Cremation at Hillier Funeral Home in Bryan, Texas
Greg was born in Dallas, Tx on June 24, 1953 to Bobbie Louise Moss Henderson and James C Henderson. Greg grew up in Dallas and attended Hillcrest High school. He worked for Anderson Merchandisers for 29 years.
He and Patti moved to his family ranch in February of 1991. He loved to conserve and harvest deer and spend time with his family and friends. He spent countless hours mowing, clearing brush and trees and building deer stands. He was very good with tools and could fix about anything. Among many other things, he built the back deck and the backyard swing which was beautiful and special. He especially loved the yearly opening weekend of deer season and had an annual barbeque. He was an outstanding cook and no one could compare to his brisket and ribs.
Greg is survived and will be missed by his son Austin, Uncle Harold Moss, Cousin Lana Mauro and her family, and many dear friends whom he loved dearly. He was loved by many people and never met a stranger.
Greg is preceded in death by his parents, and many aunts, uncles and cousins.
Greg was a very outgoing and fun guy who had many friends. If you knew Greg, you would never forget him. He loved to laugh and it was easy to laugh with him. His niece teased him that he was like Dennis Quaid from the movie Great Balls of Fire. He used to quote, “I shine like gold…!” On her wedding day reception/dance, he came out dressed in a gold tux and danced with her to Great Balls of Fire. Today she said, “that is my favorite memory of Uncle Greg and he is shining like gold now and at peace!”
Here is a tribute poem written by his close friend George Lyerly, Jr.
The Day the Radio Was Off
The radio was always on on the porch,
Classic rock was always to be heard,
Almost like it was his life's torch.
With him the beer was cold and company never bad,
He'd been with me through thick and thin,
He was the best family I'd ever had.
Took years to realize he wasn't dad's brother,
But there's family that runs deeper than blood,
He was better than any other.
When we got the news that the angel of death,
Had knocked on the door,
I took it like a bullet to the chest.
The good times are numbered we all said,
So let's crack cold ones with him,
And talk over music on the porch at his homestead.
No pitty for him, no early goodbyes,
He'll tell you to f**k right off,
Because you could see the old outlaw still in his eyes.
His body was failing,
But his mind remained,
For on that porch the music was still playing.
I got the call when time was running out,
Leave work, pack the dogs and buy more beer,
This ranch trip will be the end of an era, no doubt.
It was pedal to the metal and I didn't back off,
And when I walked up to see my hero,
The music on the porch had been turned off.
"I love you Uncle Greg",
I managed to sob as I held his hand,
And for more time I would beg.
The next morning I came by,
The most beautiful Texas day of 2018,
And the old outlaw had been called up to the honky tonk in the sky.
His pain had ended half hour past,
So God pulled away those clouds,
To welcome his newest angel outlaw home at last.
Dedicated to my Uncle Greg Henderson, the best man I ever knew!