Tony Anthony T. Puckey
(1984 - 2005)

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General Details

Name:	Tony Anthony T. Puckey
Nick Name:	Tone, T
Gender:	Male
Age:	21 years old
Lived:	Friday, 18 May 1984 - Monday, 22 August 2005

My Story

This story however long it turns out to be is too short. Tony lived 22 years. Some may say he lived 22 difficult years. Tony would not agree. Tony loved life, a little too much at times. He awoke every morning "rearing to go" like a race horse awaiting the gate to open and sometimes a raging bull ready to be let out of the pen to explode out into the world bucking and throwing off everyone off his back. His intentions were good and his heart was full of love. The internal struggle between he and the bull was always there. I think maybe it was inherent, a part of him, one. Don't think he wasn't aware of it because he "tried not to look at red" everyday and those of us whom were lucky enough to know him know what that means. He was very special to me. I loved him. I miss him more than I can describe in words. I close my eyes everyday and remember a time we shared. I miss picking him up in my little red bug and he immediately putting the windows down (in the summer) instead of my choice of the air conditioner. My hair, my hair. I would put them up and he put them down literally forgetting what I just said. He was just so happy to be in the car going somewhere, to see someone, for sometime. He made me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. He made me blush with his smile when I would say "what are you staring at?" and he would say "You" and I would say "stop it" only for him to sneak in a quick kiss on the cheak. Which I would of course say something stupid about messing up my makeup. I hardly wear makeup anymore and I regret the times I worried about my make up and was irritated by a suprise kiss. I would give anything to receive all the cheek kisses from him I could. I hear a song everyday that reminds me of him. Whether it be a new song that the words bring him to me or the hardest, an old song that was his favorite and I can still hear him singing off key. You couldn't turn the music up loud enough for Tony. I can't tell you how many speakers I went through in that Bug. He lived vicariously through the music. The music took away the bad for a moment. I remember the picture of him in the sunflower patch that sat next to his bed in a frame on his night stand at his parents house in his bedroom downstairs. I actually held that framed picture many times to make little comments to him how pure and innocent he was. But I still always wondered why no smile? I wish I could see him smile once more. He smiled so much in life. He could make anything happen with his smile like close a car sale, cheer me up, make me blush, talking about his family espescially his dad. He loved his dad so much. He thought his dad was bigger than life and he was his hero. Tony strived to be just like him everyday in everything he did. The only time I saw him frown was when he knew he dissapointed him. He did anything and everything to avoid a dissapointment for his dad. Whether it was 100 percent true, 50 percent or just a story, he told it to his father just to be the son he knew his dad knew he could be. Same with me. I stopped asking questions and just let our time be just that, time and memories. I never gave up and neither did he. His stubborness was matched only by mine and the more we debated the subject the louder we became. I miss yelling at him. I'd give anything to yell just once more. Make me mad, sooooo mad that I want to pull my hair out!!! I have not had that type of emotion evoked since our last fight. It's the kind of emotion that you know you are ALIVE. A huge part of me is gone now. I know I'm alive because I wake up every morning and I breathe air and eat and survive but I don't feel it. Not the way he used to make me feel alive. I was so scared to let my hair down and just go along for the ride at a million miles per hour but once I did I knew he would never slow down. He was my friend. A friend unlike anyone else ever. He stood in a class of his own. Maybe that's why he could never be alone. I miss his starched Polo shirts and creased pants we picked up a Barayames every week. I have the match to the set of red and blue plaid Ralph Lauren pillow that was always on his bed. He left it at my house. I try and believe I can still smell him on it. I will cherish it forever. I miss you. I talk to you and I know you hear me. I love you and now you are my guardian angel. I know where you are and I know who you're with. That's just between us. This is the reason. You will always know where I am. I'll see you both again. Nik.

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From: Nikster

I was just thinking about you and it made me smile. I miss you. Things have changed so much. I am remarried and have ...

From: joybaby100

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From: Nikster

I had a dream about you the other day. First, I heard a song you loved on the radio. I saw a Red Volkswagen Bug rec...

From: Nikster

Cont....I wait for someone to do it to me in crowds, but people just look the other way. So, I say something and it ...

From: Nikster

Cont....I know, just like you, Chase knows right from wrong and I have taught him, just like your mom, all I know. ...

From: Nikster

Chase is in boarding school now and I know you already know all of this but it helps me to talk to you. You know all...

From: Nikster

I thought about you a lot today.

From: Nikster

I remember you would throw away your white T's and buy new ones everyday you could. I thought at the time, what a wa...

From: Nikster

I wrote this poem thinking of you: Don’t cry over spilled milk By: Nikki I want to seize the moment but can nev...

From: Nikster

I thought of you today but that is nothing new. I thought of you yesterday and days before that too. I think of you ...

Biography

Fathers Name:	Tim Puckey
Mothers Name:	Mommy
Siblings Names:	Whitney Puckey
Country of Birth:	USA
Country of Residence:	USA
City of Residence:	Williamston, Michigan
Occupation:	Sales
Marital Status:	Single
Religion:	Catholic

Interests

Favourite Sport:	Swimming
Favourite Team:	Michigan
Favourite Book:	Bible
Favourite Movie:	Scarface
Favourite Music Genre:	Rap and Hip-Hop
Favourite Artist:	Tupac
Favourite Charity:	He would help anyone and everyone