Darrin “Buster” Thompson

Darrin “Buster” Thompson went home to his Heavenly Father at the age of 52 on Sunday, February 28. Buster was born on January 16, 1969 in Nashville, Tennessee. Only Heaven will reveal how many people Buster touched. He never met a stranger, and was loved by many. He loved his family, K5 Blazers, his dog Dewie, fishing, hiking, and camping. Darrin was a talented artist and passionate advocate for equality. 
He is preceded in death by his grandmother Ruby Robbins, grandfather Dossie Robbins, mother Marjorie Robbins-Thompson, father Robert C Thompson, his brother Bobby Thompson, and sister-in-law Tracy Thompson. He is survived by his wife, Jennifer Thompson, his siblings Ronnie, Mike, Ricky, Randy, and Sissy, his children Brittany, Jamie, Nick, Sara, and Brody, his grandchildren Hayden, Kolsyn, and Rileigh, several cousins, nieces, nephews, and countless friends who he considered family. 
No memorial service is immediately planned. The family will notify loved ones when a service is scheduled.

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  1. The realization of this, devastates me to the core and the memories of you flood my mind like a dam out of control. From you waking me up before the rooster rose on Saturday mornings to watch Casper with you, to the way you’d chase me around the kitchen table at big moms with a butter knife for calling you buster brown, to you trusting, after several brews, that you and I could “set” your broken hand, to you, sissy and I cooking Thanksgiving dinner while watching salad fingers and listening to ” ball and a biscuit”, and the list goes on and on. I love you Buster. Always have and always will and I miss you huge. I promise to be a better cousin and to often check on Jen and the kids for you. This hurts so bad and we will never be the same however, it makes me desire to be a better person because, if indeed there is a heaven, and I know there is, you are there, and I wouldn’t dare miss the chance of being with you and our loved ones again, due to not doing what is required of me to enter in with you. Until then, R. I. P.
    Angie

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