Our son, brother, grandson, nephew, cousin, and our friend, Thomas Gerald Henson Jr. or TG as most of us knew him, born a cold February 17 1985, was called to heaven a hot July 19, 2005. He was loved by many and will be missed by all.
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Mr. Thomas Gerald Henson
Mr. Thomas Gerald Henson age 20, of Blairsville, Georgia, departed this life Tuesday July 19, 2005. He was born February 17, 1985 in Whitfield County. His father Thomas G. Henson Sr. preceded him in death. He is survived by his mother Monica Lisa Cross; brother David Richard Cross of Blairsville, GA; sisters Mellisa Schoeneman of Virginia, Cynthia Henson & Misty Henson of Blairsville, GA; grandparents Glenda and David Shipman of Cohutta, GA, Ralph Henson of Chatsworth, GA. Services will be held Friday at 2:00 p.m. from the Chapel of Ponders Funeral Home.
He and a friend had just visited another friend went to the place they worked and they were headed home. Well boys being the boys that they are they were horse playing. Well my brother knocked something into the floor and bent down to pick it up. His car veerd to the left when he tried to correct himself he over corrected and the car went into a spin. The car then hit a guardrail, when it hit the guardrail the car door opened and because he wasn't wearing a seat belt it threw him out, it slung him about a 100 ft. give or take and he hit a old building.
At the hospital we were told he had a 50% chance or making it through the night. He had severe head trauma and severe internal injuries. They were going to take him surgery but he lost so much blood that they just couldn't stop it. He died at 9:52pm after his heart stopped. It never started again.
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Having to bury my brother was the hardest thing I have ever done. My mom was in no shape to handle the funeral arrangments, so my sisters and I had to do most of it. The service went well, we sang his favorite hymm Jesus Hold my Hand and Amazing Grace and we played Go Rest high. We buried him close to my dad. I never ever want to hear that sound again. To hear them throwing dirt on top of him was the worst sound you could ever hear. I lost it at that point I had to be strong for the rest of my family and well I was pretty much in charge of taking care of it all. I don't want to ever have to take care of that again. As days go by I am going to update about memories of him,updates and my feelings. So check back often.
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