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Billy Paul Smith
02-03-1987 · 03-01-2004
Age: 17
02-03-1987 · 03-01-2004
Age: 17
Billy Paul Smith, born to Billy Earl Smith and his wife Cheryl Smith on February 3, 1987, was a very much loved and respected son, brother, grandson, uncle, nephew, cousin, and friend. There's so many words we could use to describe the person Billy really was, and interesting was definitely one of them. He was one of those guys that walked into the room and every head turned in his direction. Every girl wanted to be with him. He was an all-american clean cut kind of guy. He was very respectful to everyone he encountered and loved doing anything he could to help someone out. Billy, like alot of kids, had a rough childhood, maybe that is why we were so close. When he was born his daddy placed a baseball with him in his crib. By the age of five, baseball was the love of his life. He was a natural when it came to sports, including soccer and football, and you could see it in his eyes that it was his passion. He grew up in quite a large family, who all loved and cherished him, he was our BP. He was the most aggresive and competitive when we would go play football on Thanksgiving or play a game of baseball in the backyard. It was very easy for Billy to make friends, he loved everyone and everyone loved him. He moved back and forth from the metroplex and Brownwood growing up, while also living in Bryan for 2 years with his aunt and uncle. When he moved bakc to Brownwood he instantly made friends at our old home church that we all grew up in. Soon he found out that those were some of the best friends he would ever have, and were on his doorstep before he had to even say a word. They were partly his strength in his struggling. He talked about how much he loved the youth group of Calvary Baptist Church, and how awesome they were to him in helping him grow in his walk with the Lord. He stayed fairly active in the youth group while he was living there. Billy's dreams for his future changed every 6 months at least. At one point he wanted to go to college on a baseball scholarship to become a coach, then soon it was to play pro baseball, or become a mechanic and open up his own shop. Then soon it was that he wanted to go to work for his Uncle Melvin and become a brick mason. Billy was loved and cherished by all of us. He truly was a great joy to the whole family, from the time he was born to the last time we were all together at Christmas of 03'.
Billy Smith was murdered trying to help a friend in a struggle to stop a burglary. He was stabbed and bled to death, ending his life at 4:09 A.M. on the morning of March 1, 2004 in the street in the 1000 block of Village Wood Court. He taught me and many others ho wto get through so much, for that he will always be our Hero. He will forever be in the hearts and minds of everyone of us.
| "Billy Paul" Why He took you, I don't think we'll ever understand. So many memories.... I remember when we were young and everyone would call us the Bobsey Twins. Nanny even got us books, remember? It used to bug us, Until we were old enough to understand that being so much alike wasn't so bad after all. I remember when I talked you into going on my first date with me, You even sat in between us. You would hold me and promise me that everything was going to be alright when I was having problems at home. You always told me to keep my chin up, And never to change for anyone, especially a guy, Because no guy was worth it, And I was perfect just the way I was. You used to tell me I looked so pretty in blue or green, Because it brought out my eyes. You knew me better than anyone, There's not much we didn't know about each other. What about our future? Our kids were supposed to grow up together. Our little girls were supposed to play softball together, And were going to have just as much if not more talent that we both had at the age of five. But now it's not possible because of one selfish act of another person. But what hurts the most, Is that I never got to tell you thank you, For all that you did for me. I wish I would have hugged you just a little bit tighter when I saw you last. I really wish it could have been me instead of you. I know that you want me to carry on for you, And live out your dreams for my life, But how? It's so hard knowing that I will never get to see you smile again or feel your warm embrace. Maybe if some of us would have pushed a little harder, Or put our foot down a little more often, You would still be here. It's hard to imagine that I won't be seeing you again. But I'll have to learn to live with it, and do my best to carry on. I used to pray for you every night, And that God would hold you tight. But now all I want to do is hold you tight, And have you tell me once again that all of this will all be alright. You will always be on my mind and in my heart. Youur memories will never fade away, I will carry them within me day after day. ~Love~ Shae Baby |
One thing Billy always told me was to keep my chin up, it's been hard, but knowing that he is still by my side every day and is yet still there to support me has gotten me through. And I am sure it has helped others that were close to him. Please, everyone....always remember the great impact he made on your lives. I love you all very much.
By: LaShae Henderson (cousin to BP)