Honoring Buster: A Handsome Farewell

Hello I am Taylor the granddaughter of the most beautiful amazing strong reliant man I’ve ever know. William Anthony Forsythe (Buster) was a fighter, comedian, carpenter, mechanic, tool maker, sells man, landscaper, father, brother and friend and much much more. He battled lung cancer for a long time before we found out that he had it. He battled depression of losing my mother his daughter for even longer. I don’t know about you all but a parent should never lose a child. On top of losing many friends and family along with my mother. My papaw suffered in silence depression and stress kills. I’ve taken care of my papaw for a little over a year now and and has killed me to watch the man who’s been in my whole 26 years of life fade away due to sickness damaging his body. I never met someone who could make you laugh until you cry like him. He was the main man period. He would make you feel like he is the star on the sitcom and you’re just happy to be the background character watching him shine. He was a MENACE but his pure heart shined through. He loved to laugh and prank people. He loved to tell stories and always look out for anyone especially people others considered a “black sheep, outcast or underdog” if someone was counting them out my papaw ALWAYS counted them in. He was a never give up kind of man. He loved love. DISLIKED the word “hate” always said “I don’t hate anyone, just dislike what they do” he enjoyed adventures, outdoor settings like camping, fishing, hunting, riding four wheelers or joy riding in a fast car. My papaw was a do it all kind of man. He loved his family and friends like everyone who ever was in his path meant something special to him. I used to get offended when I felt like people were inferior to my papaws great big personality. I was his protector and he never realized how much I suffered watching him hurt. Losing him is one of the hardest things I’ve ever faced. I just wanted to make this to not only have help with sending him off with a beautiful service but I made a gofundme when my mother passed and he really was touched by all the money and kind words left for his baby. It’s only right to see if my papaw can receive the same. Please find it in the kindness of your heart to share this if you can’t donate please share memories of my papaw. They mean so much to me and his children now.