Doyle "Rick" Cochran

Uncle Ricky, words can't describe my heart. I remember all the nights growing up at Mammaw and Pawpa's house. Staying up at night watching scary movies, hearing the national anthem playing and then the test pattern on the TV. Sitting in the living room on Willow St. I remember your bedroom there, where you and Uncle David would play your hearts out on the guitar. The age difference of 8 years made you more of a brother than Uncle. I will see you again when my time comes and I join you in heaven. Until then I will carry you in my heart. Love your niece Vicky